The Everly Brothers — Oh What a Feeling

It must be love Oh, what a feeling I sit at home alone I wait here by the phone I know you'll never call Oh, what a feeling It must be love Although it's bitter It must be love I can’t forget her The days turn into weeks Your letters I shall keep The ones you didn't write Oh, what a feeling It must be love Oh, what a feeling It must be love Oh, what a feeling