We'll be two stars in seventy eighty
Hiding our gaze, dreaming further
We'll embroider flowers on our ripped jeans
We'll draw hearts for the fans
We'll watch Paris, the week in riot
On weekends we'll flee the city
On TV they'll play our songs
Fake poetry, maybe we'll be idiots
That's seeing life as two
Too bad there wasn't better
Finding ourselves like old folks
Crazy only if you love me
But if you love me tomorrow
I'll take a ton of photos in hotel rooms
You'll paint me on your back
At fancy parties, hair in a mess
We'll do a runner, we'll hand out records
I'll buy you a beach for one summer
Far from the papers screaming scandal
In a photo booth we'll leave big kisses
Incognito, maybe we'll be idiots
That's seeing life as two
Too bad there wasn't better
Getting back together like old folks
Crazy, only if you love me