The kids all brought us flowers
When we got out of bed
They were wearing white linen
Garlands covered their heads
We breakfasted in the orchard
There were doves all around
And Francesca, she lay among the leaves
And dew on the ground
She would look up at no one
She would not make a sound
The staff tried to act like everything was fine
Said she was just tightly wound
While they served our fritatas
Worried murmuring began
The dog walked around sniffing her hair
And licked her unmoving hand
André crouched down beside her
He put his hand on her head
She reached up and she slapped it away
So we knew she wasn't dead
In all the commotion
Our chance to get away came
We ran off thru the trees hand in hand
With our stolen champagne
You had brought our dream journals
We did terrible things
At the moment the sun broke through the clouds
We both started to sing
In that cool wooded hollow
On a carpet of moss
For the last time, illuminate yourself
For the last time
For the last time, illuminate yourself
For the last time
