Nathalie says that it's gonna get rough But Nathalie knows she knows nothing of love She speaks of wounds that do not heal But they're not real We meet in a world I created for us Laugh in the rain, we make out in the bus I make up songs and they conceal That it's not real You don't know what you miss, cause you don't know I exist Waiting here to be loved to be closer and kissed If Nathalie sits in the garden alone Feeling my lips though the kisses I've blown And if you own turn moist you'll feel That it's real Turn your eyes to the skies The same clouds will unfold before our eyes If you try, you will find The same bird echoed though both of our minds Nathalie wait while my ship comes to port I'm leaving my heart as I'm leaving a war Hollywood make you say, whatever they make you do. I'll turn my back, but never on you So Nathalie wait, Nathalie wait Nathalie wait, Nathalie wait Nathalie wait, Nathalie wait I'm gonna be there when the end credits fade