You´re sitting across a table
The wind is in your hair
Your scent is on my skin again
There´s music in the air
The barman clicks his pen

You don´t know what you wanna drink
An injured bird leaps off a branch
To fly with broken wings

For nothing really hurts like love
Nothing knocks you down, and picks you back up
And now you´ve got to go
You look at me as though
You don´t know who I am
And suddenly I know

Nothing really hurts like love
Nothing really hurts like love

Autumn turns to winter
And winter turns to spring
And I´m out on the road again
The wind beneath the wings

My fingers hit the piano
The hammers hit the strings
I get up on the stage each night
I shut my eyes and I sing

Nothing really hurts like love
And every single word makes me think of us
But now I´ve let you go
The music starts to slow
I look out at the crowd
And they already know

Nothing really hurts like love
Nothing really hurts like love