One year ago. The twelfth of May. That lucheonette Where he appears. I see him first And then he smiles. I won’t forget. I won’t forget… Something sad is playing on the jukebox; A girl who lost her boyfriend to a friend. I can’t remember my husband’s face. I can’t remember my lover’s face. But I can remember a stranger’s face: His name is Tom. I leave a tip. Do not look back. I reach the park… And he appears. That brilliant smile. Those two-toned shoes. His eyes are green. He says hello… Suddenly the city seems on fire. It’s like the world has fin’lly reached an end. I don’t remember my husband’s voice. I don’t remember my lover’s voice. But I do remember I hear that voice And I’m wanting to run - And wanting to scream - And wanting to cry - I… I ask his name - And we kiss And the angels sigh. We kiss And the heavens smile. We fly like angels Would like to fly; We kiss and say Goodbye… What’s better is What would have been. What’s sweeter is What would have been. The twelfth of May… That brilliant smile. The greatest of adventures Of my life…! I can’t remember my husband’s name. I can’t remember my lover’s name. But I can remember What would have been. It has a name…

omg can you do way back to paradise