And it's hard to write about being happy, cause the older I get, I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject. And there would be no grand choirs to sing, no chorus could come in about two people sitting doing nothing. But I must confess, I did it all for myself. I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear. But the loneliness never left me, I always took it with me, but I can't put it down the pleasure of your company. And there would be no grand choirs to sing, no chorus will come in, no ballad will be written, it will be entirely forgotten. And if tomorrow it's all over, at least we had it for a moment. Oh darling, things seem so unstable, but for a moment we were able to be still. And there would be no grand choirs to sing, no chorus will come in, no ballad will be written, it will be entirely forgotten. La da da, la da da.