I had known for a while
That I had felt, for the last time, the fire that can warm as well as burn
Over many days I had forgotten what it's like
And I was glad, then for six sweet hours her face reminded me
So one last time, I guess I might as well
Write down a few words for the sake of a fragile heart
For the first time, I've seen magic with my eyes
She comforts me with her words of another life
When forever kindred spirits, two butterflies
Shall not count themselves among the ones who never find love divine
Then she had this to say for the down and unlucky who find it too late:
C'est la vie
Now she's resurrected in me something wonderful
That all this time, such a love has been inside each and every one of us
So, when I'm asleep at night and I speak to her
The words that I have chosen are not unlike the words of Jesus:
If you slip away, though I never could reach you, is it enough that I will love you?
C'est la vie
C'est la vie