making love out of nothing at all.

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 then 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 that time's gonna fly;
and i'm never gonna tell you everything
i've got to tell you,
but i know i've got to give it a try.
and i know the roads to riches,
and i know the ways to fame;
i know all the rules
and then i know how to break 'em
and i always know the name of the game.

but i don't know how to leave you.