it was a monday, when my lover told me,

never pay the reaper with love only.

what could i say to you, except, i love you.

and i'd give my life for yours.



i know we are: we are the lucky ones.

i know we are: we are the lucky ones.

i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.



the first time we made love, i: i wasn't sober.

(and you told me you loved me over and over!)

how could i ever love another, when i miss you every day:



remember the time we made love in the roses?

(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)

how could i ever get over you, when i'd give my life for yours.



i know we are... we are the lucky ones.

i know we are... we are the lucky ones.

i know we are... we are the lucky ones.

i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.



my dear, It's time to say i thank god for you.

i thank god for you in each and every single way.

and, i know... i know.. i know.. i know...



it's time to let you know. time to let you know.

time to let you know. time to sit here and say:



i know we are... we are the lucky ones.

i know we are... we are the lucky ones.

i know we are... we are the lucky ones.

i know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.

we are the lucky ones, dear...



[bif:] remember the words of ram dass: death is like taking off a tight shoe.