Within her four seasons which I adore
When my eyes are upon her they'll appear...

Sometimes your image
Shows sides to you never seen...

I ask what is love when not with your heart
Do you think you can fool me with your state...

I hardly hear you
Like a clock you are silent...

I just close my eyes for you to appear
Your image always instantly ignites...

No matter where your feet might stand
In front of me or another land...

This morning as I walked
on my way to catch the train...

This is a love story about Simon and Yvette
One day they'll fall in love but it hasn't...

There is no more that I can give
As you already have my heart...

Life is made with shapes
You see them everywhere...

Though separated
While standing apart I watch...

I could whisper words I love you
But this you already know...