She, at her window
Him, sitting at the edge of the bed
She may be crying
He did not understand
She made her bag in a last smile
And gathered in bulk his memories
She knows that the night is heavy and it is late
He knows she's leaving tonight
She takes
Three and a half years of love and a few weeks
No time for speeches but no hate
We'll meet again someday, it's worth it
Him, in a movie theater
She, jump in a taxi
He, the wounded heart
She begins her life
He sees her lost again yesterday's kid
So beautiful she who didn't think she could please
She runs sliding her dreams into other nights
It gets lost in other beds
She takes
Three and a half years of love and a few weeks
In every story that passes and that drives it
Towards mornings that are not worth it
He takes
Three and a half years of love and a few weeks
Who cling to him, who remember
She'll come back one day, it's worth it
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Him, eat cherries
She, has worn her suitcases
She caresses an empty keychain, maybe smiles
He sleeps with the door open
She takes
Three and a half love but that does not matter
Three and a half years this morning, coming back
On a train to Paris that brings her back
He takes her
For a little more love and a few weeks
No time for speeches but everything goes on
Living without each other wasn't worth it
He takes her
For a little more love and a few weeks
No time for speeches but everything goes on
Living without each other wasn't worth it