Nothing Hurts Like Love

Nothing Hurts Like Love - Tom Odell (汤姆·奥德尔)

Lyrics by：Tom Odell/Laurie Blundell/Eric Leva

Composed by：Tom Odell/Laurie Blundell/Eric Leva

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