I know full stories, of lies, with tears and certitude, and the evenings following, building, and all my destiny telling me, screaming to me, give back the nights, useless, you're an artichoke heart, an artichoke heart, an artichoke heart... and all my destiny I'll say, I'll keep the nights, and oh what oh whatowhato nights

Velouté de coeurs d'artichauts façon I love you all so much, yes my heart is tender like the night