'Cause that's the way it's always been
That I know I left behind
I can feel it coming back again
Gotta give it one more try
Givin' up is not my style, no
The more I learn, the less I know
About this thing called love
The more I touch, the less I feel
It's hard to know what's real
And every time I'm blinded by the sun
Can you teach me how to love
From the touch of your lips
Feelings that I can't deny
When I look into your eyes
Words are getting kinda hard
'Cause they're coming from my heart
I can feel it coming back again
Gotta give it one more try
Giving up is not my style, no
The more I learn, the less I know
About this thing called love
The more I touch, the less I feel
It's hard to know what's real
And every time I'm blinded by the sun
Can you teach me how to love
Not giving up, made up my mind
Not giving up, made up my mind
Not giving up, made up my mind
Gotta give it one more try
Givin' up is not my style, no
I can feel it coming back again
I can feel it coming back again
And every time I'm blinded by the sun
Can you teach me how to love
The more I learn, the less I know
About this thing called love
The more I touch, the less I feel
It's hard to know what's real
And every time I'm blinded by the sun
Can you teach me how to love
I can feel it coming back again
I can feel it coming back again
And every time I'm blinded by the sun
Can you teach me how to love