In Praise of Love by Alain Badiou Lyrics

I feel your heartbeat and then it stops

We crossed St. Peter's and their mountains of rocks

It's abundantly clear that your doting veneer

Is the reason why I'm pulled to you when we're near

I smell the bug spray on our clothes and our skin

Swarmed by mosquitos and their rapturous din

The cops are yelling at us while we commence

A walk with a penny: four steps in advance

I'm talking alone, I'm talking alone

I'm talking alone, I'm talking alone

I'm talking alone, I'm talking alone

I'm talking alone

You've been on a journey

Through the mountains and the fog

And yet you're barely tired

Ocean eyes against the smog

This is what we can do for this yard of crops

Take my hand, kiss me slow, hold me till it stops

Till it stops

Till it stops

"I believe that love is indeed what I call in my own philosophical jargon a 'truth procedure', that is, an experience whereby a certain kind of truth is constructed. This truth is quite simply the truth about Two: the truth that derives from difference as such. And I think that love -- what I call the 'Two scene' -- is this experience. In this sense, all love that accepts the challenge, commits to enduring, and embraces this experience of the world from the perspective of difference produces in its way a new truth about difference. That is why love that is real is always of interest to the whole of humanity, however humble, however hidden, that love might seem on the surface... A philosopher must ask why this happens... There must be something universal about love for these stories to interest such an enormous audience."

You've been on a journey

Through the mountains and the fog

And yet you're barely tired

Ocean eyes against the smog

This is what we can do for this yard of crops

Take my hand, kiss it slow, hold me till it stops

Till it stops

Till it stops