Woodkid - Seen That Face Before
Strange I've seen that face before
I see him hanging around my door
Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day
Strange he shadows me back home
His footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars
Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange he's standing there alone
His staring eyes chill me to the bone
