I met a boy in U2
He had such blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes
He looked at me and I looked back
'Cos I'm simply too shy, too shy, too shy
He was reading a book about middle-aged France
And I love (I love) I love France, love France, love France
And I followed him
And I know this is weird
I was trying to be quiet
A song of John Cage
He was disappearing
Behind a massive door
And I don't, and I don't have a key
I don't have a key
To your heart
I don't have the key