it was a monday, when my lover told me,
«never pay the reaper with love only.»
what could i say to you, except, «i love you.»
and «i’d give my life for yours.»
i know we are: we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
the first time we made love, i: i wasn’t sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over!)
how could i ever love another, when i miss you every day:
remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)
how could i ever get over you, when i’d give my life for yours.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
my dear, It’s time to say i thank god for you.
i thank god for you in each and every single way.
and, i know… i know.. i know.. i know…
it’s time to let you know. time to let you know.
time to let you know. time to sit here and say:
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are… we are the lucky ones.
i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
we are the lucky ones, dear…
[bif:] remember the words of ram dass: «death is like taking off a tight shoe.»