Aniseed kisses and lipstick traces,
lemonade sipped in Belgian rooms
couldn't replace the graceful notions

that clung to me when i clung to you,
and they touch you like no one touched you,
and when you broke they were there with glue,

and their kindness was not a weakness
and when they were there they were there for you



But will they love you, the way, the way i loved you?
we jumped over the barriers...