This, my dear, is where
The starlight ends, my dear
I always imagined that
It would be like
This, my dear,
Is where Godot
Should interfere
Is this the point where
We should kiss?
Or is this just a walk?
And this my love, is where
The moon spends his days, my love
I always imagined it to be a
Little higher above, my love
Like where the wind blows our minds, my love
Is this the time for our embrace?
Or is it just a walk?
This, my love, is where the
Clocks buy time, my love
And this, my dear, is where a
Fool shows his love, my dear
There I said it
It threw a different light on you
Now I get it
It threw different light on you
There I said it
It threw a different light on you
Now I get it
It threw different light on you