Lyrics:

Only Love Can Hurt Like This (word)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I tell myself, you don't mean a thing
And what we got, got no hold on me
But when you're not there, I just crumble
I tell myself I don't care that much
But I feel like I die, 'til I feel your touch

Only love
Only love can hurt like this
Only love can hurt like this
Must have been a deadly kiss
Only love can hurt like this

Say I wouldn't care if you walked away (oh-ooh)
But every time you're there, I'm begging you to stay
When you come close (when you come close), I just tremble
And every time, every time you go (go)
It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul

Only love
Only love can hurt like this
Only love can hurt like this
Must have been a deadly kiss
Only love can hurt like this
Only love can hurt like this
Your kisses burn into my skin
Only love can hurt like this

But it's the sweetest pain
Burning hot through my veins
Love is torture
Makes me more sure
Only love can hurt like this


(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)


Only love can hurt like this
Only love can hurt like this
Must have been a deadly kiss
Only love can hurt like this
Only love can hurt like this
Your kisses burn into my skin
Only love can hurt like this
(Only love can hurt like this)

Only love can hurt like this
(Only love can hurt)
Save me, save me
Only love, only love
'Cause only love can hurt this
And it must have been a deadly kiss

Only Love Can Hurt Like This (SPED UP)

Verse 1
You get me, I get you — we play it well.
Like secrets leaking from a cheap hotel.
You bluff, I fold, same tired scene…
Two hearts caught in a bad routine.

Pre-Chorus
I don’t need a war to feel alive,
But peace with you, I  just won’t survive.
Brace when you speak—
We're on a losing streak.

Chorus 1
Don’t leave, but don’t hang around.
I love you best when you’re not in town.
You’re the thorn I hold too tight—
Still call it love just to sleep at night.

Verse 2
If I vanish, don’t act surprised—
You lit the fuse behind my eyes.
you left hopeless and a wreck,
You held the rope around my neck

Pre-Chorus (repeat)
I don’t need a war to feel alive,
But peace with you just won’t survive.
So I brace every time you speak—
This love has become so Bleak.

Chorus 2 (lifted)
Don’t leave, but don’t hang around.
I love you best when you’re not in town.
You’re the thorn I hold too tight—
Still call it love just to sleep at night.

Outro – “Lights Out”
I guess this is the last I’ll say,
You turned your back, then walked away.
But you’ll be sorry when I’m gone—
And all this weight is yours alone.
You’d call it drama, call it pride,
But I’ve been burning up inside.

Final Chorus 
Don’t leave, but don’t hang around.
I love you best when you’re not in town.
You’re the thorn I hold too tight—
Still call it love just to sleep at night.

I love you best when you’re not in town

Verse 1
I’ve been drawing my travels in pencil and ink,
It’s the place my wandering mind goes to hide.
From the cafés in Paris to sunset in Rome,
Every line takes me somewhere inside.

Chorus
Just give me a ticket to anywhere,
With my sketchbook and time to spare.
I’ll draw each road, every sea, every sky,
Turning pages as the world rolls by.

Verse 2
Six in the morning, I’m back on the street,
Walking past windows that glow in the rain.
Those dummies won’t dress themselves in the store,
So I button them up once again.

Chorus
Just give me a ticket to anywhere,
With my sketchbook and time to spare.
I’ll draw each road, every sea, every sky,
Turning pages as the world rolls by.

Verse 3
They pay me in dollars for colours and lines,
But daylight feels faded and thin.
I’d rather paint patterns across the whole sky,
Than live in the grey I’ve been in.

Chorus
Just give me a ticket to anywhere,
With my sketchbook and time to spare.
I’ll draw each road, every sea, every sky,
Turning pages as the world rolls by.

Outro Tag (Tempted-style groove)
Sketchbook in my hand, oh, I’m gone,
Drawing the world as it rolls on.
Sketchbook in my hand, oh, I’m gone,
Drawing the world as it rolls on.

(repeat & fade, backing vocals echo “I’m gone”)

My Sketchbook

I feel incredibly lucky to be the age I am. Born into the world when the Beatles changed everything, shaped by the great song storytellers of the ’70s, swept up in the sound revolutions of punk, disco, and new wave, and partied through the electric ’80s. Now in my 60s, I get to draw on all of that — life, love, chaos, beauty — and stand on the shoulders of giants to tell my own stories in song

This album was never meant for the charts — it was meant for me.
Written after a scotch or two on quiet Saturday nights, these 11 tracks carry the fingerprints of a life lived, loved, lost, and occasionally laughed at.

Some songs are straight from experience. Others? They wandered in after a few top-shelf drams and made themselves at home. Together, they make up a personal mixtape of memory and imagination — reflections whispered to the only audience that truly matters.

An Audience of One is not just a title.
It’s a reminder that sometimes the most honest songs are sung when no one else is listening.

My Sketchbook

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