See my face, wet with tears  [bad word] down my cheeks 
Washing over my fears 
Like rain upon the streets 
I'm a monster but, 
My heart is passionate and profound 
I will sing like April showers 
Singing 'til my final hour 

But up here, everything's clear 
I'm looking at Paris 
I know eventually 
You will find the meaning of 
This thing that they call love 

So it ends, this poem 
If it really has a moral 
This boogeyman wants you to know 
That love's in the soul