Le problème du bonheur, c'est qu'on n'a rien à en dire.

Il y a les rires, les moments d'intimité qui tiennent du sacré, les touchers qui élestrisent et les sourires niais.

Mais dans le fond, c'est bien trop personnel. Et si délicat, fragile.

o/`
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a little quiet place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before

I practice everyday to find some clever
Lines to say
To make the meaning come true
But then I think I'll wait until the evening
Gets late
And I'm alone with you

The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh! the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I love you...

I love you...

I love you...

J'ai perdu quelque chose aujourd'hui