Amour, c'est la vie.

Amour, c'est la vie

   I want you to cry
   So we can both get high
   On love junky rhythms of old school

   Love, loving deep into the night
   On screwed up time that ticks away
   Leaving us awake with sweaty skins

   That so, so much I, I wish I was you
   Or a part of your soul
   Slow down

   Our souls will join
   Breathe wet sex into a lover's paradise
   Of formulated ways to get away

   Remember the law that said:
        "We could not love"
   Unformulated, the world I can see
   Reality floats around us
   Takes our fears
   And makes them a mere happenstance of yester-year

   And when we float to that place--
   That place where all injustice does not exist
   Or cannot demonstrate, we will cry;
   I will prostrate and float high, high

   Feel the breath of temptation; seize it
   Feel our skins wet
   Feel our breaths connect
   And cry, cry love ...
   'Till no happenstance exist
   No fear can grip
   We will listen to our love junky rhythms
   And beat:
         "Amour, c'est la vie." In painted rhymes

   This does not exist to them
   But contains us in the singular
   To life I say: "Love"
   To love I say: "Live"