I have your cursed kisses quite well hidden here under my dress.
Butterflies that came back home with me at dawn.
Here, under the bed, I have every dawn we unmade it.
I have so many things and none of them is in their place.
Here, inside a glass, I have the first wave of that morning.
In one of my locks, I have the rhythm of the tango you always danced to.
Written in a sigh, I have those words we never said.
I have so many things and none of them is in their place.
After you, I understood
that time makes no friends.
Love was so short
and oblivion's been so long.
I'll be your light, I'll be a disguise,
a lamppost turning itself on when you pass by it.
Any butterfly, the polar star
that comes on its own and leaves quite alone.
I'll be the flavour of a kiss given at sea,
an old proverb teaching how to forget.
I'll be immortal because I am your fate.
Here, under my pillow, I have your picture in front of Saint Clare.
It says more than a thousand words and I reply that I loved you too.
I keep my window open because that's how my time without seeing you escapes.
I have so many things, I have them all in my mind.
After you, I understood
that time makes no friends.
Love was so short
and oblivion's been so long.
I'll be your light, I'll be a disguise,
a lamppost turning itself on when you pass by it.
Any butterfly, the polar star
that comes on its own and leaves quite alone.
I'll be the flavour of a kiss given at sea,
an old proverb teaching how to forget.
I'll be immortal.
I'll be that mole decorating your skin,
a dove near whatever place you are.
A stroke of luck, your 3 pm coffee.
Some glance that drives you crazy.
I'll be the notifying voice on the train,
a feeling of everything turning alright.
I'll be immortal, oh oh oh.
I'll be immortal, oh oh oh.
I'll be immortal because I am your fate.