New Love Lyrics by Heather Nova
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
There's a barge going by on the river.
Yellow against the blue.
There's a bus driving up along the bridge
And it's red like the color of new love.

And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
There's more to come.

There's a woman beside a window.
Quiet against the street.
There's a man beside a magazine stand.
Looks like he's waiting to meet some one.

And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
There's more to come.

And everything reminds me of you.
And everything reminds me of things we used to do.
Even though I miss you, I know we're through.
And I need to find something new.

And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
There's more to come.

There's a man playing guitar in the subway.
Gentle against the crowd.
There's a kid in the upstairs apartment.
Plays his recorder, wakes me up from above.

And I need new love
And I need true love.
And I need to be held.
And I need to be told
There's more to come.
There's a barge going by on the river.   Yellow against the blue.   There's a bus driving up along the bridge   And it's red like the color of new love.      And I need new love   And I need true love.   And I need to be held.   And I need to be told   There's more to come.      There's a woman beside a window.   Quiet against the street.   There's a man beside a magazine stand.   Looks like he's waiting to meet some one.      And I need new love   And I need true love.   And I need to be held.   And I need to be told   There's more to come.      And everything reminds me of you.   And everything reminds me of things we used to do.   Even though I miss you, I know we're through.   And I need to find something new.      And I need new love   And I need true love.   And I need to be held.   And I need to be told   There's more to come.      There's a man playing guitar in the subway.   Gentle against the crowd.   There's a kid in the upstairs apartment.   Plays his recorder, wakes me up from above.      And I need new love   And I need true love.   And I need to be held.   And I need to be told   There's more to come.