See my face, wet with tears Running down my cheeks Washing over my fears Like rain upon the streets I'm a monster but, My heart is passionate and profound I will sing like April showers Singing 'til my final hour
But up here, everything's clear I'm looking at Paris I know eventually You will find the meaning of This thing that they call love
So it ends, this poem If it really has a moral This boogeyman wants you to know That love's in the soul