When we met You told me You were going to Australia Under the avenues of lime trees And I remember I asked you for your hand in marriage On the rain-washed side streets Where courteous hoteliers offered us pavement seats There I gave you my innermost thoughts My innermost thoughts
All the while We were courting Hopes and illusions such as knowing each other And thinking that we could live happily Hand in hand, heart to heart Talking like entries in diaries Our darkest reactions lit up with the passion Of innermost thoughts Innermost thoughts