For you, the blue night sky
is just a color, that's all.
For me, it means thinking again
about an ancient heartache.
For you, a green lawn is
just a place to lie down, that's all.
For me, it means emotion
at the thought of loving you.
For you, having a man is
just killing boredom, that's all.
For me, having you means
dying of joy.
For you, closing your eyes is
just about sleep, that's all.
While for me, closing my eyes means
that every time I dream, I dream of you.
For you, making love is
just making love, that's all,
While for me, making love with you
means something—something more.