You could ask me if I love you
But you would open up the abyss then
So, as you can see, my love
This is not a good question at all
Ask me what do I love you for
Because it's not true that one loves for nothing
And it's not true that for everything
Ask me about it, my love
And I love you
And I love you because
I'm speaking and describing the air
And I love you
And I love you because
I love you because you're here
There are some people that know me
That know me, supposedly, inside out
They are the ones who talk
Talk about something that has never even happened
And I love you
And I love you because
I'm speaking and describing the air
And I love you
And I love you because
I love you because you're here