Oh well, I'll wander toward burnt-out Notre Dame
Oh well, I stay on the paved asphalt
It's almost nothing but I make a big drama out of it
Oh well, I'll try to grab an iced drink
In the midst of thousands of loners, I know
I only love the sea when I'm on land
Is it an avalanche, something unexpected?
I could feel the earth tilting from the start
We wore fingerless gloves
In the good days of La Samaritaine
I dreamed of finding that old steel bench again
Of watching people's lives go by, go by
And by the blazing sun baked white-hot, for us to touch
I'll settle for imagining the effect
The effect it'd have to kiss you, you know
That nothing will ever replace you, or your mouth
Is it an avalanche, something unexpected?
I could feel the earth tilting from the start
We wore fingerless gloves
In the good days of La Samaritaine
On the Pont Neuf there's nothing but old folks now
On the Pont Neuf there's nothing but old folks now
On the Pont Neuf there's nothing but old folks now
I don't know where to go anymore, I'm at a loss
We were supposed to meet there, in front of the rose bushes
I was waiting for you but I don't have the nerve anymore
Go back to square one or push on?
I wanna set sail, walk all day long
I left you a delivery notice