Yann Tiersen - Meteorites lyrics

So here we are under London's glass
And granite arms as they
Reach for the half-moon
Me a blood of boldness and booze
And the rusty heart polka dot breeze of you
Stands stuck to the street in cool shoes

What could possibly go wrong?
What could possibly go right?
We could list all the good things
And list all the bad things
But, if we're all just vibration
What difference does it make?
My heart could be a stone it's a sponge
It's a balloon
It's a lonely rock with a fiery tail
Falling in your atmosphere
Burning up and breaking down
So let our atoms melt together
Let our nuclei converge i want you now
And your conscience can be clear
My yesterday is dead
The present's an illusion
And tomorrow is just a nightmare away
This is our story, our movie
This is our rom-com and it ends like this
Without looking up
The girl cautiously takes the boy's hand
She stills herself and meets his gaze
The boy smiles the girl surrenders
They kiss

We pull away to the view of lovers
In a long winter coat
A woman straddles a man on a wooden bench
Behind a coin-operated lavatory
Two boys passionately embrace

Vague silhouettes sigh behind the steamed
Windows of a parked car
Two figures fumble in a phone box
There's a couple in every doorway
And around every corner snow begins to fall

We drift up into the sky
And look down on the boy and the girl
As they become tiny specks
On the London street
We pull away farther and farther
Until London's gone, England's gone
Europe's gone now we're in space
Watching the Earth as the sun rises behind it
Satellites orbit by
A billion stars surround us
We float over the moon
Then we cut to black and the credit's roll

I want you now, and now is all we can know
I want you now, and now is all we can know
I want you now, and now is all we can know

Imagine we wake up tomorrow
And nothing's happened
Think of what we'll never know
One night of love, and I'm one full of doubt

Take my hand, take my tongue let's run
Tonight can be a detour, a respite
I'm your boss man's holiday
Your much deserved night off
I'm your sensual sojourn

My heart could be a stone
My heart could be a sponge
This is the end, ten years in the making
A decade of design this kiss is "hello"
This kiss is "goodbye"