This... what do you call it?

This Love
This love is a strange love
A faded kind of
Day love
This love

This Love
I think I'm going to fall again
And even when you held my hand
It didn't mean a thing
This Love

This love
Now rehearsed we stay, love
Doesn't know it is love
This love

This Love
Doesn't have to feel love
Doesn't need to be love
Doesn't need a thing

This love
This love