Strange
I've seen that face before

Seen him hanging 'round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the prey

Like the night waiting for the day
Strange
he shadows me back home

Footsteps echo on the stone
Rainy nights and hustling boulevards

Parisian music tripping from the bars
Tu cherches quoi?
Rencontrer la mort?
Tu te prends pour qui
Toi aussi tu detestes la vie
Dancing by the restaurants

Home with anyone you want
Strange
he's standing there below

Staring eyes thrill me to the bone
Dans sa chambre
Joelle et sa valise
Elle regarde ses fringues
Sur les murs des photos
Sans regret
sans melo
La porte est claquee

Joelle est barree