How long till we die?
Until we fry our insides?
Where was she?
She left home
Do you know?
Know? I don't know
She had a man
He was the man
Until he fell into the sands
Of time and being
He was not seeing
All there was to love
I make movies about life
I don't want to end my life
But if I can't be myself
Than put my film back on the shelf
(L'amour me fait pleurer)