Did they never tell you 'bout it baby  Did they never say it's tough  Are you never going to give up on that  Big romantic stuff    That French song playing on the radio at noon  The singer's name was Jean Michel and he's singing 'bout la lune  And she shivers as she comes awake  And remembers how to think  And she shakes the hair out of her eyes  But the daylight makes her blink  And the song it whispers in her mind like a half forgotten sigh  Of times of love the longest days and youth and endless skies  And ooh la la la  ooh la la la    Did they never tell you 'bout it baby  Did they never say it's tough  Are you never going to give up on that  Big romantic stuff    To ease the pain of it, to fill the empty void  She stores up ancient souvenirs like ravens with their hoards  It's not the getting old she minds, it's the meaningless of being  She thinks about all this while Jean sings about la vie  And accordions and violins take her back in time  When the only explanation was a kiss and love and life...    Did they never tell you 'bout it baby  Did they never say it's tough  Are you never going to give up on that  Big romantic stuff