Is it the second time… you put another face onnAll of this time there must have been a haze upon my fields of sound and visionnThen suddenly you change your fitful moodnYou overstate the impact of your playbillnYour twisted words call me your man while you spice your glance with an everlasting tendernessnBut I must say my love is alive… when you’re not aroundnIsn’t it all sad when we can’t undo this sullied beautynIt is… not the first time you change your dresscodenProvide yourself with the accent and the traits of an upper-class girlnYou’re chatting with a mouthful nI said : “Don’t go flatly for the money dear”nYou said :”Do you really think that’s what I do? But I need these men to carry me up the hill”nAnd God I know you need a lot of space to breathenAnd I myself have too much greednWe always promised to be fairnBut how could we have known that this passion would lead us to despairnMy love is sharp… when you’re not therenThis time is… the first timenA drastic change will bring us towards two separate livesnI guess this love goes on the record as the biggest in my lifenNo, there is no plastic surgery that can blur these manifold bruisesnOh no, it’s too late to cry out for excuses…nLet’s be better friendsnGive me a fountain-pen to write down the ending of this lover’s walk…nA brief episode makes this crossroad come to an endn