I don't want to talk about you
I don't want to talk about you
But if you find me driving there
Remind me that I left flowers at his door
I don't want to talk about you
I don't want to talk about me
The last flight will leave
And all the loudspeakers of the airport will say
That you have to leave
And over there you won't be able to find me
I don't want to talk about you
I don't want to talk about you
My car is stopped in the middle of the motorway
I still sleep inside that cold night
Wedding gift of winter
There's no blanket, no coffee, there's nothing burning.
There's no house, neither children nor dog
There's no one to comb my hair
There's no one to dry my hair