That morning, the sun pushed off the moon very roughly
Exiled with no mercy, he took everything with him
All the stars and dreams and the night birds
The only, only thing that was left was me and you
And love, love was waiting for the day to come
Your sharp mind was playing war with me all night
Boulevards and banks were battle fields
In that fight Kafka was hugging Von Trir listlessly
And Vincent pulled Salvador by the moustache
And love, love was waiting for the day to come
That morning, the sun pushed off the moon very roughly
Exiled with no mercy, he took everything with him
Right then, together we said goodbye to the loneliness
It was a perfect escape from it
And love, love was waiting for the day to come