Each time you touch me That little tingle goes up and down my spine I feel a trembling on my lips When you press yours to mine. And these butterflies Won't let me eat at suppertime Have I lost my mind Or is it love? --- Instrumental --- You make my heart beat Until it's sounding like it's on over time The chill of winter goes up and down me But it's still summertime. And why am I walking Way up on this cloud so high Have I've grown wings to fly Or is it love? And why am I walking Way up on this cloud so high Have I've grown wings to fly Or is it love?