Like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas,
I see the snow falling on the grass,
[I'm like] a Robinson [Crusoe] in a desert island.
Like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas,
I am the Winter against your Spring,
a Dorian Gray with with no past or country or flag.
Maybe it's because of your voice,
maybe the liqueur,
maybe the lights in this room,
maybe the power of a song,
but tonight I would die for you.
Like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas,
I don't have any plans beyond this dinner,
it is a mystery where the night will take us.
Like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas,
let's go, my boy, to lose our minds
as if it were our last day on Earth.
Maybe it's because of your voice,
maybe the liqueur,
maybe the lights in this room,
maybe because Marquee Moon is playing,
but tonight I would die for you.
Maybe it's because of the champagne,
maybe the color...
...of your science fiction-like green eyes,
the last supper for both of us,
but tonight...
...I would die for you.
Maybe it's because of your voice,
maybe the liqueur,
maybe the lights in this room,
maybe the power of a song,
but tonight I would die for you.
Maybe it's because of the champagne,
maybe the color...
...of your science-fiction-like green eyes,
the last supper for both of us,
but tonight...
...I would die for you.