First Night in the Old World

A quiet night, the lights burned bright The moon was watching patiently, at the outset of their history It's time, the band’s on stage, about to start “Hello, bonsoir!”, smiling from behind him The moon still watching quietly, building on the mystery Not long, till they danced to her favorite song The city was gorgeous when he saw it from her window And the buildings, they were watching, with a subtle innuendo She's like a painting of Lautrec’s, with the taste as sweet as cherry wine He could feel it in his particles The chemicals were flowing through his bones Her wilderness was flooding him, her words turned into poetry At first night in the old world Now he's hitting all the obstacles Reflecting at the thought of no goodbye Puzzled by the in-betweens, thinking what they could have been At first night in the old world And in the dawn, in the unknown A little piece of heaven was hidden in the corner of her smile He gazed at her, it took a while He watched the skies, he closed his eyes Their destiny was drafted on rockets of desire out in space He turns around and then she fades "I'm out, see you later, bonne journée, tout est beau" Her words brimmed with the poison of an ivy bordeaux Left shivers down his spine, wounds old as time, and a taste of bitter cherry wine He could feel it in his particles The chemicals were flowing through his bones Her wilderness was flooding him, her words turned into poetry At first night in the old world Now he's hitting all the obstacles Reflecting at the thought of no goodbye Puzzled by the in-betweens, thinking what they could have been At first night in the old world He could feel it in his particles The chemicals were burning all along And in that moment he would dive, he was feeling so alive At first night in the old world Now he's hitting all the obstacles Reflecting at the thought of no goodbye Puzzled by the in-betweens, thinking what they could have been At first night in the old world