[Lompal]
Whatever I've drunk, one sun's spin without seeing you, I'll always see your face
At 5am on the ceiling, ok
Whatever I've drunk, I'd never be old enough to learn how to live a life of wisdom
If you only see the mess I am as I write this, you would certainly find me pathetic, well
You're not jealous anymore, we both are, but I hear stuff about him and I feel pulsions of violence
I thought I had good vibes
But I just smashed my door: dismal
Too late even if I remember, I never knew how to tell you how much you mean to me
I'm the coldest of men
But you can read everything in my eyes
Saying I love you is for the others
[Chorus: alt J (Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton)]
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
[Lomepal]
Oh-oh
I'm lying on the asphalt once again, it's super gross
But I'm so high it almost feels like sand
It's not a place to sleep and my shoes know that
But if I had your head on my swollen heart, I could almost snore
1, 2, 3, 4 I move on fast from plastic cup to another
Around Gobelins Place d'It'*
Unstoppable, as far as my muscles resist
Now, I'm running with only one beer
But I'm falling with it, and I hear your laugh that resonate on the stone walls
But you're not here, and my mood is dead battery
Need an hour with your pupils
Like before we lived all the dramas
We would come back to my place to sober up
Hidden under the sheets
I looked at you as if I was to marry you the minute after
It's better than saying I love you in every sentence
Always the same words, oooh
Let's stay discrete like the rain drops
That mingle on the ground of Paris
I just wanted to say I love you in my own language