(Richard Barraclough/David Charvet/Oskar Paul)      I don't wanna slip, I don't wanna trip   Falling in love again 'cause that's the way it's always been   I wanna get a ride, it's the time of my life   Picking up the pieces that I know I left behind      I can feel it coming back again   Got to give it one more try, giving up is not my style, no      The more I learn the less I know about this thing called love   The more I touch the less I feel, it's hard to know what's real   I'm looking up and every time I'm blinded by the sun   Can you teach me how to love ?      I don't wanna drift from the touch of your lips   Feelings that I can't deny when I look into your eyes   What I'm gotta do when I'm talking to you   Words are getting kind of hard cause they're coming from my heart      I can feel it coming back again   Got to give it one more try, giving up is not my style, no      The more I learn the less I know about this thing called love   The more I touch the less I feel, it's hard to know what's real   I'm looking up and every time I'm blinded by the sun   Can you teach me how to love ?      I'm not giving up   I get lost sometimes   Got to give it one more try, giving up is not my style, no      I can feel it, I can feel it coming back again   I can feel it, I can feel it coming back again   I'm looking up and every time I'm blinded by the sun   Can you teach me how to love ?      The more I learn the less I know about this thing called love   The more I touch the less I feel, it's hard to know what's real   I'm looking up and every time I'm blinded by the sun   Can you teach me how to love ?      I can feel it, I can feel it coming back again   I can feel it, I can feel it coming back again   I'm looking up and every time I'm blinded by the sun   Can you teach me how to love ?      How to love, how to love   (Can you hear me) Ohh how to love, hmm how to love.