Our love won't stop rolling, escaping and following like a river, like a stone that divides the river. Tell me beautiful things. Our love won't look back, won't become disenchanted, nor be the subject of a book. My whole life I wanted a simple verse to transform what I say. Easy rhymes, shivers. Prick your finger, make a pact with me: in a second of yours, in a second of mine, for one happier second. Our love won't stop rolling, escaping and following like a river, like a stone that divides the river. Tell me beautiful things. Our love won't look back, won't become disenchanted, nor be the subject of a book. My whole life I wanted a simple verse to transform what I say. Easy rhymes, shivers. Prick your finger, make a pact with me: in a second of yours, in a second of mine, for one happier second.