LEARN LYRICS

Always on my lips

A Prévert poem

Always a slight fever

From drinking too much yesterday

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Shirt unbuttoned

Yeah, I know it's winter

But my heart is tight

So I air it out

Ha, ha, ha, ha

If this anvil in the dark

Keeps me from leaving

I hold the pen of a story

I still have to write

I'm not short on time

I'm not short of air

My way, my way

Life, for me

Is a foreign language

My way, my way

But I'll have lived it my way

If my only talent

Is loving you

I naively thought

That'd be enough for you

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Success, glory

How much did you want them

But alone when night comes

Confetti, what do you do with it

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Happiness takes time

To arrive, maybe

You just gotta believe

To see it appear

Yet I know

You're the last one

My way, my way

Life, for me

Is a foreign language

My way, my way

My way

But I'll have lived it my way

My way, my way

Life sounds like a foreign language

My way, my way

But I'll live it my way

My way, my way

Life, for me

Is a foreign language

My way, my way

But I'll have lived it my way

My way, my way

My way, my way

But I'll have lived it my way