Towels and trunks, a parasol
Oh, Spring '09, Costa del Sol
That French, just not flour
Log since expired
But quite important
Ah-Ah-Ah Bye
Tickets unused for Annie Hall
We could have loved to ruin it all
A toothbrush and combs
Seem gross to keep
But all so precious
Ah-Ah-Ah Bye
Right in the midst of our glory
Right in the bliss of our love
Right at the peak of the story
We secretly wish to be doomed
Tears of an angel's and tiny bells
Technical shoes from Resort hotels
The Postcards from tour
"The Rome once fade"
It's from Bologna
Ah-Ah-Ah Bye
Right in the midst of our glory
Right in the bliss of our love
Right at the peak of the story
We secretly wish to be doomed
Relentlessly, our love
Suspiciously, our love
Enviably, our love
Sincerely yours, my love
My love