Strange

I've seen that face before



Seen him hanging 'round my door.

Like a hawk stealing for the prey



Like the night waiting for the day.

Strange

he shadows me back home



Footsteps echo on the stone.

Rainy nights and hustling boulevards



Parisian music tripping from the bars.

Tu cherches quoi?

Rencontrer la mort?

Tu te prends pour qui

Toi aussi tu detestes la vie.

Dancing by the restaurants



Home with anyone you want.

Strange

he's standing there below



Staring eyes thrill me to the bone.

Dans sa chambre

Joelle et sa valise.

Elle regarde ses fringues

Sur les murs des photos

Sans regret

sans melo.

La porte est claquee



Joelle est barree.