It was 30 past seven, seven days a week
Takin a drink or two now or later
I haven’t thought about it yet
I was awake last night for hours,
Hours on a seat, black and leather waiting for a deep
Imagination to receive
It was only days away from love
It would only turn my eyes away from every door
And the clocks showed midnight 7
And you see
No one has ever be that far from meeting speaking breathing and there’s no way you could hear me darling
Lady, let me see your part of me
Maybe I could hear you talking
Cause nothing will ever let me see you again, see you again
It was only days away from love
It would only turn my eyes away from every door
(T'inquiète ça va venir. Ça prend du temps. Faut attendre savoir être patient et... ça finira par venir)
