Strange I've 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 stone

Rainy nights an hustling boulevard

Parisian music drifting from the bars



Tu cherches quoi, recontrer 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 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 cest barree