From the Brooklyn Bridge to St. Petersburg,
In every boardroom or boudoir across the world,
From the Fall of Rome to the Renaissance
Through Reformation, Cold War, Vietnam

I’m the movement in the corner of your eye,
The shadow in the dead of the night,
I’m the figure on the edge of your dreams,
I’m waiting for you to notice me…

You know, my dear,
I’ll never turn away
Forget your voice,
Avoid your case,
I’ll be there, behind your shoulder
I love you more as you grow older
‘Til someday, on a starlit night [bad word] together, babe, you and I
And you’ll look,
Take my face,
And lose yourself in my embrace

Nobody loves you, like I do,
Nobody.
I love you
I love you
I love you… to death

(To death)

(My Cherie)