Text: Beautiful South. Let Love Speak Up Itself.

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