I Cry in Front of Paintings lyrics

You have a way with words, you say the same of me Is there a universe in which we didn't meet? And if I loved you less, then I could talk about it more Orpheus's turning head before he's finished the long walk And I do not believe that he was fated to at all I cry in front of paintings now, but not the ones I thought They say resistance is so futile, soft the landing, hard the fall Oh, there you are, my darlin', what kept you down the hall? I dream of you in starlight, and I choose you in the morn Rushing through the dust at the beginning of it all And I less met you I less met you than found you, mm Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah (ah) Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah (Ah) ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah (ah) Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah