L'anamour

No Boeing on my layover
No boat under my deckchair
I search in vain for the exact gate
I search in vain for the word exit
I sing to the transistors
This tale of the strange story
Of your fleeting infatuations
Of Sleeping Beauty who sleeps

I love you and I fear
Of getting lost
And I sow seeds
Of poppies on the cobblestones
Of infatuation

You know those photos of Asia
That I took at 200 ASA
Now that you're not here
Their bright colors have faded
I thought I heard the propellers
Of a four-engine plane but alas
It's a fan passing
Across the sky above the police station

I love you and I fear
Of getting lost
And I sow seeds
Of poppies on the cobblestones
Of infatuation
I love you and I fear
Of getting lost
And I sow seeds
Of Poppies on the cobblestones
Lovelessness