| Sunday morning
|
| On the bed two half-eaten croissants
|
| Sunday morning
|
| We’ll soon be out on the boulevards
|
| Monday morning
|
| We have to fly back home again
|
| While I’m sleeping
|
| You paint a ring on my finger with your black marker-pen
|
| I’m all about you, you’re all about me
|
| We’re all about each other
|
| I’m all about you, you’re all about me
|
| We’re all about each other
|
| You don’t have to tell, 'cause I know so well
|
| What we are all after
|
| Likewise if uncertainty puts a spell on me
|
| I have to zoom in your laughter, your laughter
|
| Wednesday morning
|
| We sleep over and we’re late again
|
| Let’s skip breakfast
|
| We need this precious time just to comprehend
|
| I’m all about you, you’re all about me
|
| We’re all about each other
|
| I’m all about you, you’re all about me
|
| We’re all about each other
|
| I’m all about you, you’re all about me
|
| We’re all about each other
|
| I’m all about you, you’re all about me
|
| We’re all about each other
|
| Each other
|
| Each other
|
| Each other
|
| Each other |