It was a Parisian fluke, and what did I do? Sat on a bollard and I did not move Although I knew that... That there is something I just can't pretend Confident men and their unwelcome friends Always win in the end Always
Read into signs like a knowing wink, more than I should Emails that drowned in lovers' ink know that I would Make poor excuses for the things I never dared I would have kissed you but the moon was there Watching no-one care No way
With spirit waltzing I found something That belonged to you Years ago
The emails were drowned in lovers' ink For their own good I'll tell you something I just can't pretend Confident men and their unwelcome friends Will kill me in the end Always