Me and You.
Rising Over a french moon.
Untangling the phone wires.
Picking up plums
for our childish desires.
And the black crow sits still.
And there's no way I could miss this.

Me and you.
Rising over a french moon .
craving for honey dew
witnessed by the purple rain
That  doesn't fit

In this clumsy view

You looked in my eyes.

sure I'd keep you

warm and unbreak

if there was ever a sign of love

Its this look on your face.