you know it sets my nerves on fire to think of your creepy desire and to know that you re a liar says you love me too i used to dream of distant places far from all these distant faces just me and you in a bungalow for two anjolie there is so much i can take and even less that i can give though if it weren t for your sake may never have wished i never lived for all the things we might have done underneath the fore noon sun walking arm in under the twisted streets of la roche or rue peiree anjolie once upon a time you used to be my one and only though it was only but few years that you re lied that you found some one new he made you blue then you told me how you re crying that how you wished i would come back one more time well i thought i would but now i won t because i used to care but now i m on a gravy boat to paris sounds like something to do i ll hang around some paris terrace imagining i m somewhere new and i will dream of distant places far from all these twisted faces and all the things that used to be will be nothing but a memory anjolie