and i was in love with the affair
of irene dunne and charles boyer;
it was golden like bright summer,
and the end supplied my happiness.

i've written a thousand songs,
all about the give and take of time.
but really, they never say a single thing.
that's the give and take of meaning:
to give you epiphany that you can't ever write.

it's the love affair i never will have,
all in my head, all in the night.