We spent our days in a near perfect place
That we found ourselves headfirst in
You'll say goodbye three days from now
You're flying back to England

Won't you stay around for the summer

Please say you'll be around for the summer
I promise that there's only one way
Only one choice to make

If you should leave we will begin to begin
To believe we dreamed the whole thing
Yesterday seemed real

It could all be over too soon
If it only makes sense after the event
We could be a lot too late

It started like a forest fire
Held us in the grip of desire
Burned out too soon

Never crossed my mind that I could loose you
I turned my back

You disappeared from sight


Don't wanna be your latest mistake
Don't wanna be the next heart to break
Don't
wanna wake
up wishing it all away


God knows what a fool I've been
Trusted my heart with a dream
Fell back so hard

Should've seen it right from the start
I was standing tall
And now I'm on my knees

I am sane
I am just like you
Underneath what you see
We're alike

We are similar
And we're older than our years

Given hope
Minutes too late
To hold onto
So sorry to waste
Slowly we fade

In our lives

We are underneath
Only inches away
On the surface
We seem regular
If you only spend the time

We're alike

We are similar
And we're older
Than our years

When it comes
You’ll know
We can make it if we just try to


Too young to let go
Just take a chance to believe it


One time is all it takes
Two minds lead to heartache
Every moment there’s a dream to break
There’s a moment and a chance to take


(too young to let go)


(just take chance to)


One time is all it takes
Two minds lead to heartache
Every moment there’s a dream to break
There’s a moment and a chance to take

Dieu m’a fait un bon bout du monde

Rond comme un œuf

L’eau y coule rousse ou bien blonde

Dans l’œil-de-bœuf




C’est une île où je vais finir,

Dans les velours crever

Dans mes velours crevés d’mir

Assassiné




Ce que j’aime est parti durer

Après les ombres

Rue de l’écluse, mon aimée

Rien ne t’encombre




Rue de la haute-pierre passe

O, ma mère adorée

Ton pur essentiel dans les traces

Des jours allés




Hôtel des mines et de Lisbonne

Ou rue Descartes

J’attends que l’un de vous me sonne

Et puis qu’on parte




Bras-dessus bras-dessous dans l’air,

Le bon air absolu :

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