He's got a navy blue cap
a fisherman's smock
With a dry mouth, he hums his
blue complaint
The blue he pours in his vodka
reminds him of
all too many "should have" "could have"
La Rochelle
He dreamed of Molene, the Iroise Sea
the rusted anchors
the whales and the turquoise sea
the forgotten chests
all the pretty sly sirens
the big sailboats
Life drags him around in Seine-et-Oise
in his rusted SIMCA
We live our life in a haze
We get some fun
a feathery earring hidden
in our head
The blue we pour in our vodka
reminds us of
all too many "should have" "could have"
La Rochelle
We dreamed of Molene, the Iroise Sea
the rusted anchors
the whales and the turquoise sea
the forgotten chests
all the pretty sly sirens
the big sailboats
But Life drags us around in Seine-et-Oise
in his rusted SIMCA
We dreamed of Molene, the Iroise Sea
the rusted anchors
the whales and the turquoise sea
the forgotten chests
all the pretty sly sirens
the big sailboats
But Life drags us around in Seine-et-Oise
in his rusted SIMCA