You always had a taste for those movies
Like Casablanca and Song o' My Heart
Where [bad word] world 
Or the call of adventure
Forces [bad word] lovers to part
When the hero turns his back so stoically
On all the happiness they might have had

You always considered it
So romantic
But I just considered it sad

It was so like you to choose such a moment
The sun setting over the square
pavement cafe, the local children at play
The sound of an accordion somewhere
You suddenly said Fate was pulling us apart
Then you [bad word]  like there was nothing more to add

I suppose you considered that
So romantic
Well, I just considered it sad

Perhaps you're living in America now
Perhaps you're in Timbuktu
small part of me, even after this time
Has never stopped waiting for you
To live in this state of hoping
When hoping seems so utterly mad
I can't help but consider that so romantic
Though I know I should consider it sad