How did I find you?
Did I remind you of the boy at the Louvre?
Watching you move
Behind oil for five around years.

Out of the furnace into the forest
And the harvest of my youth,
Tell me the [bad word]  do you?
Does anyone anymore?

 [bad word] to believe if a man does his deeds
While he's missing wine he's already died,
He's already died a hundred times.

Do you remember seven Septembers of
Sacred rendezvous pryhanding only for you?
Do you remember tipping the vendor and
How we used to goof spryhanding only for you?

And my fear and my pride left a shadow inside
With a note on the door and a card on the floor
Like a hundred times before.

First it was nearly, then it was barely,
Now it seems pretty far.
When you were tipsy I was a wizard with a silver star.

I will spare the details of the rocks and the nails.
The times that I've lied can't lay down tonight,
I've already tried a hundred times.