I've got everything you said
That you said it's over
That you don't miss me anymore
And that I must understand
That the past was the past
Though I'm only getting that just now
That it'll never be again
But I really want you to know
I'll drive to the moon for you
Till you see me standing again
And I'll plaster the planet
Full of Post-its till you know
Everything leaves me stone cold
How much blame is yours
You were everything to me
How others deal with grief
But I'm not those other people
I'm not capable of anything anymore
But I really want you to know
I'll drive to the moon for you
Till you see me standing again
And I'll plaster the planet
Full of Post-its till you know
The planet leaves me cold
I make up in ten languages
The most beautiful flood of words
Words that make you shine
Even more than you already do
I buy a wonderful pack of fries
In a cone from Madrid
And with a fork from Paris
I'll make the whole world smell
And I'll send you my heart
And I'll plaster the planet
Full of Post-its till you know
The planet leaves me cold