Derroche
Davinia
Extravagance
The suspended wind-up clock
The disconnected phone
A table, two glasses of wine
And the night got out of hand
We imagined a pink light
We started by tasting the wine
With just a look, we said it all
And the night got out of hand...
If I could count all that I felt
There wasn't a place
That didn't know about you
CHORUS
Kisses, tenderness
What an extravagance of love
So much madness
Kisses, tenderness
What an extravagance of love
So much madness
May this night not end
Nor this April moon
To enter heaven
It's not necessary to die
Kisses, tenderness
What an extravagance of love
So much madness
We indulged, nothing else mattered
The reserve of the springs
We seemed like two irrational beings
Who were going to die tomorrow
We seemed like two irrational beings
Who were going to die tomorrow
If I could count all that I felt
There wasn't a single place
That didn't know about you
Kisses, tenderness
What an extravagance of love
So much madness
May this night not end
Nor this April moon
To enter heaven
It's not necessary to die.
