Well, I can't give you
everything you want,
but I could give you
what you thought you need:
A map to keep beneath your seat,
you'll read to me, in time I'll get you there.
But fold it up so we don't find
our way back soon,
nobody knows we're here.
We can park the van and walk to town,
find the cheapest bottle of wine
that we could find
and talk about the road behind,
how gettin' lost is not a waste of time.
Le Bois d'Amour will take us home,
in a moment we will sing
as the forest sleeps.
It's all for the sake
of arriving with you.
Well, it's all for the sake
of arriving with you.
Well, I will make the table into a bed.
The candle is burnin' down,
it's time to rest.
I can't take back things already gone,
but I could give you promises for keeps.
And I would only take them back
if they become your own
and you give them to me.
And it's all for the sake
of arriving with you.
Well, it's all for the sake
of arriving with you.
We could make this into anything.
We could make this into
more than words we speak.
This could make us into anything.
It could make us grow
and become what we'll be.
How will we really know?
It's just like it feels.
It's just like it feels.
How can we really know?
It's just like it feels.
It's just like it feels.
It's just like it feels.
How does it feel?
It's just like it feels.
It's just like it feels.
How does it feel?
It's just like it feels.
How does it feel?