Because everything had to be a happy end. I began to say that nothing is about love. Intelligent and lovely persons, like those films that we watched on TV, intelligent and lovely women, like we watched on TV. Those murders during the night, stupid life, drugs of all kind… do you want to see me like them? So tell me baby please, are you near? Just tell me one more time, are you near? Sometimes I know you’re not as I wish, and I look at your window, there’s a light, something in… and I pass by and buzz around your corner, the telephone rings, you didn’t answer… please! Only one more time, are you near? So scream at window and tell me that you’re near. And I wonder if you told me that… like in "Lost in Translation" please do that! They look at those neon lights, the love on their face… And loving all life, loving or lie, just one more lie… Tell me baby please, are you fucking near? Because I don’t know, so open you fucking mouth and tell me that you’re near.
The Gift, AM-FM