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Making
Love Out of Nothing at All
I
know just how to whisper.
And
I know just how to cry.
I
know just where to find the answers.
And
I know just how to lie.
I
know just how to fake it.
And
I know just how to scheme.
I
know just when to face the truth.
And
then I know just when to dream.
And
I know just where to touch you.
And
I know just what to prove.
I
know when to pull you closer.
And
I know when to let you loose.
And
I know the night is fading.
And
I know the time's gonna fly.
And
I'm never gonna tell you everything I've gotta tell you,
But
I know I've gotta give it a try.
And
I know the road to riches.
And
I know the ways to fame.
I
know all the rules and then I know how to break 'em.
And
I always know the name of the game.
But
I don't know how to leave you.
And
I'll never let you fall.
And
I don't know how you do it...
Making
love...out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all, out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all, out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all.
Making
love...out of nothing at all.
Everytime
I see you all the rays of the sun are streaming through the waves in
your hair.
And
every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight.
The
beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost, and it's looking for a
rhythm like you.
You
can take the darkness at the pit of the night and turn it into a
beacon burning endlessly bright.
I've
gotta follow it 'cause everything I know...
Well,
it's nothing 'til I give it to you.
I
can make the runner stumble.
I
can make the final block.
I
can take every tackle at the sound of the whistle.
I
can make all the stadiums rock.
I
can make tonight forever.
Or
I can make it disappear by the dawn.
I
can make you every promise that has ever been made,
And
I can make all your demons be gone.
But
I'm never gonna make it without you.
Do
you really wanna see me crawl?
And
I'm never gonna make it like you do...
Making
love...out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all, out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all, out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all, out of nothing at all.
Out
of nothing at all...
~Performed
by Air Supply~
Written
by © Jim Steinman
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