Love, light and words fall off me in no particular order...
They thought love stories were made of twos,
of flesh, lust, desire,
candlelit dinners, cinema, jewels,
bunch of fools.
They thought love stories were cute,
the sex, the drama, the highs, the blues,
the bills, the children, the "I hate you!"s...
They thought love stories were forever,
that they were tough, but they were cool,
just stay together, death's coming soon,
Moi... je pense a toi quand je me couche.