Making love out of nothing at all

I know just how to whisper,
and I know just how to cry;

I know just where to find the answers;
and I know just how to lie.

I know just how to fake it,
and I know just how to scheme;

I know just when to face the truth,
and then I know just when to dream.

And I know just where to touch you,
and I know just what to prove;

I know when to pull you closer,
and I know when to let you loose.

And I know the night is fading,
and I know that time's gonna fly;
and I'm never gonna tell you everything

I've got to tell you,
but I know I've got to give it a try.

And I know the roads to riches,
and I know the ways to fame;

I know all the rules
and then I know how to break 'em
and I always know the name of the game.

But I don't know how to leave you,
nd I'll never let you fall;
and I don't know how you do it,
making love out of nothing at all