We touched like watercolour fawns In landscapes painted by Cezanne Like lovers floating painted by Chegall But you and I were you-I then We thought the rush would never end We thought the sky, the sky would never fall
Chorus We lived we loved we laughed we cried We'll never die, and now I think of you And I change right into Mr Blue You say your lover buys you lace I say he's fine, I like his face I guess you still think love will conquere all I know, but it's not what you think I only hope it stays in sync I only want, I want to wish you well