Olivia Newton-John - Face to Face Lyrics
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Face to Face
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What Are The Lyrics For Face to Face By Olivia Newton-John?
(B. Gibb/M. Gibb/G. Bitzer)
Love can't be love If it's just for the moment Only to pass the night away As we both get nearer Deeper love is so much clearer Long as we do it face to face And I have known All the lost lonely people My world has found a place in your smile If you're searching For a different love than mine You'll never stop me loving you More of your love More of the warmer ride May love for everyone be as true No letting go, but let each other know If we never try Then we never lie face to face You make a man Like a child with your power Help me to find my way inside Let me drink your potion Let me drown in your emotion Lover to lover, face to face In time we learn From the lost lonely people That love can last as long as time There was never born another one for me And you'll never stop me loving you More of your love More of the warmer ride May love for everyone be as true No letting go, but let each other know If we never try Then we never lie face to face I'll be with you when the world is lies And the music dies Just as long as I know there will be More of your love More of the warmer ride May love for everyone be as true No letting go, but let each other know If we never try Then we never lie face to face I'll be with you when the world is lies And the music dies Just as long as I know there will be More of your love More of the warmer ride... (fades) |
Who Wrote Face to Face By Olivia Newton-John?
Barry Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb, George Bitzer
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