Lovers in Death - '68

Rock 'n' roll never cost me a thing

Don’t believe everything that you think

I fell in love with the je ne sais quoi

She kiss me more even when I am gone

Now this means nothing, but bless my soul

We’re shakin' make a scene

Reckless, understand that midnight never came

We are dancing on the edge of a cliff

Rock 'n' roll never gave me a thing

Except a heart and a soul and mind

And all the things for joie de vivre

Just because the end result are leaps and bounds

Above the modus operandi cliché

Doesn’t make it more than nudum pactum

And yet I speak verbatim at the moment

And mean with bona fide carte blanche

I’m forever bleeding

Et cetera, et cetera de facto

Now this means nothing, but bless my soul

We’re shakin' make a scene

Reckless, understand that midnight never came

We are dancing on the edge of a cliff

Anticipation

Interpretation of it

Accoutrements already out

Destination still unknown

They glorify mundane

That’s all

Now this means nothing, but bless my soul

We’re shakin' make a scene

Reckless, understand that midnight never came

They take the time to show face

They stand on top of the crowd

But could this be love

If these diamonds are fake?