Yann Tiersen - Meteorites lyrics

So here we are under London's gla** And granite arms as they reach for the half-moon Me a blood of boldness and booze And the rusty heart polka-dot breeze of you Stands stuck to the street in cool shoes What could possibly go wrong? What could possibly go right? We could list all the good things and list all the bad things But if we're all just vibration What difference does it make? My heart could be a stone It's a sponge It's a balloon It's a lonely rock with a fiery tail Falling in your atmosphere Bonding up and breaking down So let our atoms melt together Let our nuclei converge I want you now And your conscience can be clear My yesterday is dead The present's an illusion And tomorrow is just a nightmare away This is our story, our movie This is our rom-com and it ends like this Without looking up, the girl cautiously takes the boy's hand She steels herself and meets his gaze The boy smiles The girl surrenders They kiss We pull away to the view of lovers In a long winter coat A woman straddles a man on a wooden bench Behind a coin-operated lavatory Two boys pa**ionately embrace Vague silhouettes sigh behind the steamed windows of a parked car Two figures fumble in a phone box There's a couple in every doorway And around every corner Snow begins to fall We drift up into the sky And look down on the boy and the girl As they become tiny specks on the London street We pull away farther and father Until London's gone, England's gone, Europe's gone Now we're in space Watching the Earth as the sun rises behind it Satellites orbit by A billion stars surround us We float over the moon Then we cut to black and the credits roll I want you now, and that was all we can know Imagine we wake up tomorrow and nothing's happened Think of what we'll never know One night of love, and I'm one full of doubt Take my hand, take my tongue Let's run Tonight can be a detour, a respite I'm your busman's holiday, your monthly half-day off I'm your sensual sojourn My heart could be a stone My heart could be a sponge This is the end, ten years in the making A decade of design This kiss is 'hello' This kiss is 'goodbye'