First one tried to convince me love was blind Next one I forced my eyes upon her And they say I don't need it back There was then the fun one Then love was blind again. Make me warm My love, my love Its all cliché All my love Has gone away I sit her Stare her Nothing For me For me To find I know I'm blind My love my love Is that you Have I done? Could I do? Do you see me standing near thee I must Touch you Is that ok? Pretty girl Are you there Are you smiling Very good Smiling At me No it can't be Are you my dreams have they come true Make me warm