When we met
You told me
You were going to Australia
Under the avenues of lime trees
And I remember I asked you for your hand in marriage
On the rain-washed side streets
Where courteous hoteliers offered us pavement seats
There I gave you my innermost thoughts
My innermost thoughts

All the while
We were courting
Hopes and illusions such as knowing each other
And thinking that we could live happily
Hand in hand, heart to heart
Talking like entries in diaries
Our darkest reactions lit up with the passion
Of innermost thoughts
Innermost thoughts

Hand in hand, heart to heart