Strange, Ive seen that face before,
Seen him hanging round my door,
Like a hawk stealing for the pray,
Like the night waiting for the day,
Strange, he shadows me back home,
Footsteps echo on the stones,
Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard,
Parisian music, drifting from the bars,
Tu cherche quoi, rencontrer la mort?
Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie
Dance in bars and restaurants,
Home with anyone who wants,
Strange hes standing there alone,
Staring eyes chill me to the bone.
Dans sa chambre,
Joelle et sa valise, un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les mures des photos sans regret, sans mellow.
La porte est claquee
Joel sest barree
