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
This tale of the strange story
Of your transitory loves
Of Sleeping Beauty who sleeps

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

You know those photos of Asia
That I took at two hundred 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
To get lost
And I sow seeds
Of poppy on the cobblestones
Of love

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