I Know How to Love - VAST

She was a ballerina

Until her feet gave out

She spends her summers in the north

Her winters in the south

I met her through an accident

Or you could call it fate

I may not have that much to give

But I know how to love

Save me from this empty life

Save me from this place

She wants to go to Paris

She wants to go to Spain

And she can buy the ticket

It won’t put her out

I may not have that much to give

But I know how to love

I know how to love

Yeah, I know how to love

I know how to love

Yeah, I know how to love