Making Love Out Of Nothing At All Air Supply (Jim Steinman) [c]1983 Edward B Marks Music Co./Lost Boys Music I know just how to whisper And I know just how to cry I know just where to find the answers And I know just how to lie I know just how to fake it And I know just how to scheme I know just when to face the truth And I know just when to dream And I know just where to touch you And I know just what to prove I know when to pull you closer And I know when to let you loose And I know the night is fading And I know the time's going to fly And I'm never going to tell you Everything I gotta tell you But I know I've gotta give it a try And I know the roads to riches And I know the ways to fame I know all the rules and I know how to break'em And I always know the name of the game But I don't know how to leave you And I'll never let you fall And I don't know how you do it Making love out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all Making love out of nothing at all Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun are Streaming throught the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your Eyes like a spotlight The beating of my heart is a drum And it's lost, and it's looking for a rhythm like you You can take the darkness at the pit of the night And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know Well it's nothing til I give it to you I can make the runner stumble I can make the final block I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle I can make all the stadiums rock I can make tonight forever Or I can make it disappear by the dawn I can make you every promise that has ever been made And I can make all your demons be gone But I'm never going to make it without you Do you really want to see me crawl And I'm never going to make it like you do Making love out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all Making Love Out Of Nothing At All Air Supply (Jim Steinman) [c]1983 Edward B Marks Music Co./Lost Boys Music Each verse has three "vowel" mistakes. Can you hear them? I know just how to whisper And I know just how to cry I know just where to find the answers And I know just how to lay I know just how to fake it And I know just how to skim I know just when to face the truth And I know just when to trim And I know just where to teach you And I know just what to prove I know when to pull you closer And I know when to lit you loose And I know the night is feeding And I know the time's going to fly And I'm never going to tell you Everything I gotta tell you But I know I've gotta give it a try And I know the roads to reaches And I know the ways to foam I know all the rules and I know how to break them And I always know the name of the gum But I don't know how to live you And I'll never let you fail And I don't know how you do at Making love out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all Making love out of nothing at all Every time I see you all the ryes of the sun are Strumming through the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking em at your Eyes like a spotlight The beating of my heart is a dram And it's lost, and it's looking for a rhythm like you You can take the darkness at the pet of the night And turn into a bacon burning endlessly bright I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know Well it's nothing til I give it to you I can make the runner stumble I can make the final black I can make every tickle at the sound of the whistle I can make all the stadiums rock I can make tonight forever Or I can make it disappear by the down I can make you every promise that has ever been made And I can make all your demons be gone But I'm never going to mike it without you Do you really want to sigh me crawl And I'm never going to make it lake you do Making love out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all