Rufus Wainwright - Imaginary Love Lyrics
Every kind of love, or at least my kind of loveMust be an imaginary love to start withGuess that can explain the rain, waitingWalking gameSchubert broke my brain to start withHoped to look at you in a cabBack of your head across my lapOh what grace, green back seat against theRed of your faceHoped to look at you in any old grand hotelDrunken demands gave way to reservationsOh what a room, champagne brings such happyFaces, happy facescause every kind of love, or at least my kind of loveMust be an imaginary love to start withGuess that can explain the rain, waitingWalking gameSchubert broke my brain to start with