you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them i know your arrogance, but do not point it out and youÕve not changed a bit in three long dismal years i think your flaw isnÕt so much your fault as a charm maybe i will meet you one day, maybe Wednesday, maybe notEEE still, i'm sure to meet you anyway, maybe Thursday, maybe notEEE
i want to be you just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain this ÒromanceÓ is so mellow, and Òso realÓ just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night i would like to be composed of you
you tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone i sing my songs as if I were a prostitute you take a snap at me, and stuff yourself on my welfare i feel like i am clinging to a cloud maybe I will kiss you slowly, maybe quickly, maybe notEEE still, iÕm sure to kiss you anyway, maybe sweetly, maybe notEEE
i want to be you itÕs hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm this ÒromanceÓ is an error, and ÒsurrealÓ itÕs clear that i love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky i would like to be merged into you