| D | A | D | |
| I can taste your | lipstick in the | wine, |
| G | A | D | |
| I | can feel your | heartbeat close to | mine. |
| G | A | D | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| W | ith your love wrapped | around me, I'm | sil | ent and | still. |
| G | A | D | |
| I know that | this love is | real. |
| D | A | D | |
| I | have tasted other | lips I thought were | true, |
| G | A | D | |
| I | have looked into the e | yes I thought were | you. |
| G | A | D | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| Now t | ouching j | ust to touch, and | feeling | just to | feel, |
| G | A | D | |
| I know that | this love is | real. |
| Instr: D A D G A D G A D G C G C G |
| Bm | A | |
| Someone should tell our dreams when love is | gone, |
| Bm | A | |
| While still in slumber, memories linger | on |
| Bm | A | G | A | |
| Sometimes I lie awake in bed till | dawn, thinking of y | ou, now you're | gone |
| D | A | D | G | A | D | |
| Tender is the | heart that sleeps in | rest, | tender is the | hope of tende | rness |
| G | A | D | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| Love thy neighbor | as thyself and t | hou s | hall not st | eal |
| G | A | D | |
| I know that | this love is | real |
| G | A | D | C | G | C | G | C | G | |
| Love thy neighbor | as thyself and t | hou s | hall not st | eal |
| G | A | D | |
| I know that | this love is | real |