Interlude - Georges Delerue

Time is like a dream

And now for the time you are mine

Let’s hold fast to the dream

That taste and sparkles like wine

Who know if it’s real

Or just something we’re both dreaming of

What seems like an interlude now

Could be the beginning of love

Loving you is a world that’s strange

So much more than my heart can hold

Loving you makes the whole world change

Loving you I could not grow old

No, nobody knows when love will end

So till then, sweet friend

Time is like a dream

And now for the time you are mine

Let’s hold fast to the dream

That taste than sparkles like wine

Who know if it’s real

Or just something we’re both dreaming of

What seems like an interlude now

Could be the beginning of love

What seems like an interlude now

Could be the beginning of love