L'amour looks something like you, Kate Bush

The thought of you sends me shivery.
I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie.
My heart is thrown
To the pebbles and the boatmen.
All the time I find I'm living in that evening,
With that feeling of sticky love inside.

(...)

I'm dying for you just to touch me,
And feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
L'amour looks something like you.