Did I remind Ты of the boy at the Louvre?
Watching Ты move
Behind oil
For five hundred years
Out of the furnace
Into the forest
The harvest of my youth
Tell me the truth
Do you?
Does anyone anymore?
I have come to believe
If a man does his deeds
While he is missing the wine
He's already died
A hundred times
Do Ты remember
Seven Septembers of
Sacred Rendevous
Spreading
Only for you
Will Ты remember
Tipping the vendor
How we used to groove
Spreading
But my fear and my pride
Left a shadow inside
With a note on the door
And a card on the floor
Like a hundred times before
First it was nearly
Then it was barely
Now it seems pretty far
When Ты were tipsy
I was a wizard with a silver star
I will spare the details
Of the rocks and the nails
The times that I've lied
Can't lay down tonight
I've already tried
I will spare the details
Of the rocks and the nails
The times that I've lied
Can't lay down tonight
I've already tried
A hundred times
