Love is sleepless, love is blue, love is everytime I'm with you,
Love me now, love me tonight, love me deep in your arms tight.
Our love is a parfume, a for always lure, toward kisses sweet, everything that's pure.
Why do sometimes, when we love, we turn to the skies above?

Without a meaning, without a catch, the sky opens like a hatch,
God is meaning, and with a blow, He makes us feel, our love is known.
We turn to each other, uncomplete and senseless, noticing not this love that was meant for us.
Our till' now blindness was gently mended, our sparkling destinies are together melted.

Why do people break, why do we depart, why do we unmelt what was once one heart?
On a crowded sea our eyes did collide, like two starving ships, like two eyes that eyed.
As a summer breeze, beckoning the sun, on that perfect beach our hearts were like one.

Without a meaning, without each other's heart, our bond, our true love is now far appart.
Love is meaning and in a heartbeat we shared where we shall meet and swore our love to keep.
We turned from each other, complete and with a clue, noticing that love is something kept like glue.
Our till' now clearness was gently clouded, our sparkling destiny momentarily shrouded.

We shall meet again, my midnight moon heart, and with our love refreshed, once again we'll start..