J'ai Cru Entendre

My dear since this morning
I've been dragging around like an idiot
From the level of the gutter
From Montparnasse to Château d'Eau

I drank glasses, glasses, and then more glasses
Zubrowska, Riesling, Piper
Running out of everything, at the end of myself
I came back to you

I just wanted a body
I was only looking for arms
A comforting bed
Delights under the sheets
But alas, instead of that

I thought I heard 'I love you'
I thought, 'that's their problem'
I thought I heard 'I love you'
I thought, 'that's their problem'

It doesn't matter if you believe it
It doesn't matter if I am
At the end of myself, running out of everything
But not that between us

Being a body, I agree
To offer you my arms, why not
My bed, okay, again
To laugh or mess up the sheets
But I fear that for all that
You must hear 'I love you'
You must hear 'I love you'

I am old, widowed, and sectarian
A poor idiot secretary
I am handsome, young, and Breton
I smell the rain, the ocean, and lemon crepes

Quiet down, little treasure
You got it all wrong once again
I am very precious, spare me
Okay, but between us, not that

Being a body, I agree
I am only looking for arms
My bed, okay, again
Delights under the sheets
But I fear that for all that
You must hear...