It must have been love

Lay a whisper on my pillow,
leave the winter on the ground.
I wake up lonely,
there's air of silence in the bedroom,
and all around.
Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away.

It must have been love, but it's over now.
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow.
It must have been love, but it's over now.

From the moment we touched, 'til the time had run out.

Make-believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart.
But in and outside I've turned to water, like a teardrop in your palm.
And it's a hard winters day, I dream away.

It must have been love, but it's over now.
It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without.
It must have been love, but it's over now,
It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows.

by Roxette

Marie Fredriksson