Last Sunday night, were
back to being strangers, that
could have been lovers

Here we go again
You whispering sweet nothings
My love, those sweet lies

It felt something strange,
we never called what we had,
but it's almost love.

Tonight, I fell down a rabbit hole
It's not a place of magic
and happy endings
but a hole of thoughts deeper than a bottomless pit,
Where the only escape is a good night sleep

Imagine a different world without the sea
A blue whale would be wandering a vast galaxy
Counting stars and chasing comets,
Swinging around every planet
Getting lost in the milky way
Without worries that fishermen would take him away

Classic dress as black as the night,
Bergamot and vanilla perfume that smells like daylight
Sultry walk and red lipstick,
She's a little bit dramatique

If that love doesn't
terrify you a little,
Is it really love?