L'anamour

No Boeing on my transit
No boat under my deck chair
I search in vain for the exact door
I search in vain for the word 'exit'

I sing for the transistors
The tale of the strange story
Of my transitory loves
Of Sleeping Beauty who sleeps

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

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 by
In the sky of the police station

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

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

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

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