Alphaville – "Sounds Like A Melody" (1984)

"It's the definite show Our shadows resting in the moonlight It's so clear and bright in your eyes It's the touch of your sighs My lips are resting on your shoulder When we're moving so soft and slow We need the ecstasy, the jealousy The comedy of love Like the Cary Grants and Kellys once before Give me more tragedy, more harmony And fantasy, my dear And set it alight, just starting that satellite Set it alight The ringing of your laughter It sounds like a melody To once forbidden places We'll go for a while"