Les amants de Venise

She said to him: It feels like we're in Venice
Where the streams overflow with murky water
As it rained, as it rained
She said to him: It feels like we're in a gondola
I hear your heart playing its serenade
As it rained, as it rained

They were there, huddled in their trailer
With the night and the storm at the door

She said to him: It feels like we're in Venice
He replied: But we are in Venice!
How they loved, how they loved
Here are the lights sparkling by the hundreds
The pretty night splashed with lanterns
Close your eyes
You'll see better

But all they saw was a poor streetlamp
That didn’t even light up their misery
And way down there, at the corner of the street
A little sign of a faded blue
Where it said, written on it
Door of Italy

La-la-la