Richard Wagner's letters to his lover Mathilde were a mess He should have quit before he had written the address They made love on the mezzanine her husband was his friend Vienna in a fugue-state working on a thing That when he finished it took almost seven hours to sing He still found time to write to her his heart-exploding words Our love surpa**ed our love so fast Our love's all wrong our love goes on and on Our love became our love by name when I wrote it to you in a song Our love goes on and on Our love our love Kafka in his letters to his lover Milena was alive But he was waiting for a love that never would arrive Their rendezvous was singular her husband was his friend She is a living fire she is a reason to live She is k**ing me burning only for him I'll spend my whole life loving her my heart exploding words Our love surpa**ed our love so fast Our love's all wrong our love goes on and on Our love became our love by name when I wrote it to you in a song Our love goes on and on Our love our love our love our love Our love surpa**ed our love so fast Our love's all wrong our love goes on and on Our love became our love by name when I wrote it to you in a song Our love goes on and on our love our love Our love our love our love our love our love