musical renaisaance or misplaced empathy?

jukebox : my sweet prince (plaebo)

my black king you are the one
you are my raison d'etre
you are my raffles
you are my sanity
you are my rama

only someone else's words could encapsulate all that i aspire

blur- to the end

All these dirty words
Jusqu'à la fin
They make us look so dumb
En plein soleil
Been drinking far too much
Jusqu'à la fin
And neither of us mean what we say
En plein amour

Well you and I
Collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
Jusqu'à la fin
Soon it will be gone forever
En plein soleil
Infatuated only with ourselves
Jusqu'à la fin
And neither of us can think straight anymore

Well you and I
Collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

Well you and I
Collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

En plein amour
You and I collapsed in Love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes it looks like we've made it to the end

En plein soleil
En plein soleil
En plein soleil...

peace.love.light,
zulaikaruac eperdu