Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts / Let me sing you a waltz /...
Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts / Let me sing you a waltz / About this one night stand / You were, for me, that night / Everything I always dreamt of in life / But now you're gone / You are far gone / All the way to your island of rain / It was for you just a one night thing / But you were much more to me, just so you know / I don't care what they say / I know what you meant for me that day / I just want another try, I just want another night / Even if it doesn't seem quite right / You meant for me much more than anyone I've met before / One single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody / I have no bitterness, my sweet / I'll never forget this one night thing / Even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until I die / Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my blues / Let me sing you a waltz / About this lovely one night stand
Okay. Wait a minute, I think you might be right... You're messing with me now. - No. - Are you messing with me? Okay. No, I'm sorry. I think... I mean, you're right, okay? Sometimes I put things in drawers inside my head and forget about it. It's less painful to put things away than live with it. What, so that night was, like, a sad memory for you? I didn't mean that night in particular. I meant certain things are better forgotten. I remember that night better than I do entire years. - Me too. - Really? Well, I thought I did. But maybe I... Maybe I put it away because of the fact that... ...my grandmother's funeral was the day we were supposed to meet. It was a tough day for me, but it must've been worse for you. It was unreal. I remember looking at her dead body in the coffin... ...at her beautiful hands, so warm, so sweet, that used to hold me... ...but nothing in that coffin resembled what I remembered of her. All the warmth was gone. And then I was crying, so confused if I was crying... ...because I was never gonna see her again or never gonna see you again... I'm sorry. I'm sorry to go on like this. I've been a little down this week. - Why? - I don't know. Nothing bad, just... Reading your book, maybe? No, but... Thinking of how hopeful I was that summer and fall... ...and since then it's been kind of a... I don't know. Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past. "Memory is wonderful if you don't have to deal with the past." Can I put that on a bumper sticker? If you wrote a book about our night, that's a good title. - And it could be a total different book. - Yeah, there'd be no sex scenes. - But you know what? - What? Now that we've met again... ...we can change our memory of that December 6. It no longer has that sad ending of us never seeing each other again. Right. I mean, I guess a memory's never finished as long as you're alive. Yeah, I know. I have this memory from my childhood... ...I realized recently never happened. - What? Well, when I was 8 or 9, my mom was so paranoid... ...when I was walking home from my piano lesson at night... ...she'd warn me about dirty old men giving me candies... ...and then showing me their pee-pees. She was so obsessed with it that, later in life, you know... ...I had this image in my head that this really happened. To the point that I even associated sex with that walk home. I mean, and sometimes, even now, when I'm... When I'm having sex, I see myself walking down that street. I swear. It's so weird, right? - Is that street nearby? I mean, could...? - Could we? No. Very far. Did you ever keep a journal when you were a kid? Yeah. On and off, I guess. It's funny, I read one of mine... ...from '83 the other day. - Yeah? And what really surprised me is...
Clip duration: 178 seconds
Timestamp in movie: 00h 00m 00s
Uploaded: 12 December, 2020
Genres: drama, romance
Summary: Nine years after Jesse and Celine first met, they encounter each other again on the French leg of Jesse's book tour.