The ideal of true love
is an accent mark over the e in life,
transforming a word I know so well
into an unfamiliar but infinitely fascinating sound.
The ideal of true love
is an accent mark over the e in life,
transforming a word I know so well
into an unfamiliar but infinitely fascinating sound.
The stars are swimming
Beyond my vision
The butterfly, the breaststroke
The backstroke, the crawl
And how lucky from my podium
I can see it all