Like Lovers Do - David Knopfler

Such urgency to prove her love

Feeds it like no other love

Love has come to crucify

And fits just like a glove

Bruised hearts burn in flame

Soul sickness is another name

Waits for him by the garbage

Man she’s strung out on love

She aches for him

Like lovers do

Like lovers do

And the dreams of love come true

Sweet pleasures and abandonment

Salt wet scent in soft descent

Into the madness that don’t relent

Ooh the taste of love is good

Well she knew one day she’d pay the price

But she raise one eye as she dim the lights

What it is — it’s what he likes

Loves him like no other could

Like lovers do

Like lovers do

When the dreams of love run true

Where do dreams of love run true?

A rose tattooed — so new burns so blue against her skin

And she’s hoping that it’s love again

Fever in her heart

The coiling snake.

The bladed fist

She holds him fast for one last kiss

Undressed against his emptiness

Plays her final part

She calls his name out from the crowd

The black rains pouring down so hard

Love has come for her

And he fits her like a shroud

Like her lovers do

Like her lovers do

Like her lovers do