Hello, oh the tenth of the Muses, oh the Helen of Troy! Why do you sit here alone and show no signs of joy? The world is open to you, but you'll never go far Cause you're tired of swaying your hand upon your guitar Am I right?
Together we'll go to such places no man ever saw! I'll let you suck out my soul through a cocktail straw Your name will be tattooed on every inch of my skin So please just don't close the door, please just you let me in!
[I remember meeting you for the very first time in some god-forsaken country very far away from both of our homes. You got lost on the subway, and your ticket turned out to be invalid, and some policeguy was trying to get you off the train, but you didn't understand him, like, at all... And then I remember smoking with you on a balcony - it was freezing, and you were cuddling in your blanket and cursing the pidgeons. Then we turned on the radio; David Bowie's just died, so his songs were literally everywhere, and we started dancing. We both danced terribly, but it didn't matter, did it?]
We come out into the light; you're holding my hand The music vibrates in our lungs and it will never end Our bodies will burn through the sky, we're comets, we're stars We're laughing and singing aloud, playing both our guitars Forever