It was just me and you, arguing about Camus
By the fountain in the centre of the town
And it was fair to construe from all the looks that we drew
That we would never be invited back around
It was too close to call, you said the laughter in The Fall
Sums up a problem that we never will escape
I muttered something vague about morality in The Plague
And then you kissed me, I saw everything your way

So I commit my voice to acetate
Let’s hold that thought forever
A love letter sent ten years too late, I know
Is still better late than never

Now that you’re gone, which implies you’ve moved on
To push your rock like Sisyphus up your own hill
I hope you kept the absurd and you’re still digging Albert’s words
‘Cos I dug them, I dug you and I always will
It was too close to call, you said the laughter in The Fall
Sums up a problem that we never will escape
I muttered something vague about morality in The Plague
And then you kissed me, and then you kissed me

So I commit my voice to acetate
Let’s hold that thought forever
A love letter sent ten years too late, I know
Is still better late than never