See my face wet with tears
They’re running down my cheeks
Washing over my fears
Like rain upon the streets

I’m a monster but my heart
Is passionate and profound
I will sing like April showers
Singing ‘til my final hour

Up here everything is clear
I’m looking at Paris
I know eventually
You’ll know the meaning of
This thing that we call love

And so the end of this poem
If it really has a moral
This boogieman wants you to know
That love is in the soul