It's not the first time anymore, I ponder with open eyes But not with an open heart, Each time I'm fallin' in love again With a little less intensity and audacity, But still going for it With the hope, I could fill it With some half-hearted passion, No butterflies in my stomach anymore But it'll still be a movie, You hope to end it Before the credits get rolling.
thought this would last longer but the feeling itself is that of solemn brevity, yet pure.