Le dernier mouvement (hésitant) d'un cœur en danger d'aimer

Just sing one more song to my ears, make the rain falls like sweet tears over my shoulders, take me with you and make me laugh just like I do with you. Reverse all symbols of this feeling otherwise I might find my way out of this maze. Most important, allow me to bring my form to your palace, to burn your world and twist the way you think, and while I do that find a nice place by the fire, and watch me going really, really confused.
Call me a doll, an adventure, an experience, your belle du jour,  a daily escape from the monotonous rhythm of your days. And inject this putrid rhythm into my veins, let's pretend we are both grown-ups and that we know what we want, and that we will never bless or be blessed.
And let's dance, dance while the world inside us goes on fire.