Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
I myself may look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violent waste

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
Just be crazy like the good old days
You make me wanna pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Mūzika: Interpol - Slow Hands