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Did they never tell you 'bout it baby |
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Did they never say it's tough |
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Are you never going to give up on that |
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Big romantic stuff |
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That French song playing on the radio at noon |
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The singer's name was |
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Jean Michel and he's singing 'bout la lune |
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And she shivers as she comes awake |
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And remembers how to think |
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And she shakes the hair out of her eyes |
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But the daylight makes her blink |
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And the song it whispers in her mind like a half forgotten sigh |
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Of times of love the longest days and youth and endless skies |
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And ooh la la la ooh la la la |
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Did they never tell you 'bout it baby |
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Did they never say it's tough |
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Are you never going to give up on that |
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Big romantic stuff |
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To ease the pain of it, to fill the empty void |
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She stores up ancient souvenirs like ravens with their hoards |
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It's not the getting old she minds, it's the meaningless of being |
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She thinks about all this while |
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Jean sings about la vie |
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And accordions and violins take her back in time |
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When the only explanation was a kiss and love and life... |
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Did they never tell you 'bout it baby |
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Did they never say it's tough |
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Are you never going to give up on that |
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Big romantic stuff _________________________________________________ * |
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Written by |
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Bob Geldof * |
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Taken from the album entitled "The Vegetarians of Love" |
