Let Love Speak Up Itself (BBC Session - Emma Freud 28/3/94) - The Beautiful South

Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells

Don't do all the talking

Let love speak up itself

Let love speak up itself

So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face

Let it breathe into us and put you back in place

Let it breathe, let it breathe

From the day it came into us

Till the day it wants to leave for it will, it will go

And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello

There will not be a send-off, a funeral or a mass

Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass

To the world's greatest mum, from the oldest swinger in town

Let love speak up itself

Let love speak up itself

And let it rise up in the morning and take us for the walk

And let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk, oh

When we're too tired to talk

And when you feel unhappy that I'm not the one I was

Let love rot inside and let love palm you off, let it rot and let it rot

Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot, in a knot, in a knot

And let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot

Hang them from a cleaver and say, "Look what we've got

A man and a woman and guess what they forgot"

To the world's greatest mum from the oldest swinger in town

Let love speak up itself

Let love speak up itself

Let love speak up itself and let it, and let it

Let love speak up itself

From the oldest swinger in town'

Just let love speak

Just let love speak

Just let love speak up itself

Just let love speak up itself

And the oldest, oldest swinger in town'

Just let love speak up

Just let love speak up itself

Let love, let love speak up itself