that guitar you see in my room,
those dreams of affluence and,
the pages of my youth.

no, no.
they don't matter to me,
not like you.

these, paper images of me,
and all my little insercurities.

no, they don't,
they don't matter much to me,
they don't matter much to me,

giving it up,
i'd let go, let go.
ohh,
is this love?
tell me now,
is this love?

our painted memories,
the fields with sunshine swings,

should they?
no,
no, they shouldn't matter much to me,
ohh,

what about,
the feelings we shared?
those days we stayed in bed.

and ohh, no, no,no,
no, they don't,
matter much to me.
me.
matter much to me,
not like you.

giving it up,
i'd let go, let go,
ohh,
is this love?
tell me now,
is this love?
ohh ohh ohh ohh,

giving it all up,
letting myself go,
ohh,
tell me how this isn't love,
ohh,
tell me then just what is love?

and no, this song's not about,
no, not some,
"its so hard to love you" song,
no, not some
"i want you in my life".
no, it's not. it's not.
it's not.

this song, my song,
it's for that burning building,
and how only you get out.

giving up, giving up.
tell me what is love?
so..
tell me what is love?