Un Peu D'amour

I’ll tell you a story
I’m not really sure
How it ends, my dear
Though simple enough
To perceive its true
There’s comedy, tragedy
And just un peu d’amour
So pull up a chair
Forget all your worries
Your cares, my friend
And try to imagine
The scene
Just a young boy tired of that city living
Hopped on a train to what he left behind
Turned his back on the life he made in fear of dying
When he woke up and realized he was dead
Now he’s free to find
The genius
In his puzzling mind
To savor bitter coffee
On a Sunday drive
To unleash his inner madman
Just a young girl ready for a new beginning
Reaching her hands up towards the sky
Packed her bags for a world she knew would make her happy
Where she’s free to bloom in her sweet time
Now she’s driving down
To join her friends in celebration
Yet she frowns
In fear of what the evening brings
She loves them so
But they won’t ease her limitations
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
They find themselves in a play-act of their adolescence
Yet the roles they play are new
The clock strikes two, the happy crowd retreats for slumber
Boy and girl are in the kitchen, right on you
He pours them drinks
Of whiskey as a dose of courage
Glasses clink
In rhythm like their beating hearts
A man’s
As meaning to their conversation
So he waits
For him
While he waits
For his epiphany
So he waits
For her
While she tears down
The garden stage
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
The rain is falling when he leaves her in the early morning
His northern wind came in and blew him away
She hid her sorrow with a smile and a coat of armor
The glamor dried up like the pink champagne
One can say if it was magic or if it was madness
But there is music in the memory
So she waits
For him
While he waits
Her to pull the trigger
So he waits
For her
While she waits
So he waits
For them
Yes, we wait
For them
Oh, we wait
For them
Yes, we wait
For them
I’ll tell you a story
I’m not really sure
How it ends, my dear
Though simple enough
To perceive its true
There’s comedy, tragedy
And just un peu d’amour
Just un peu d’amour