saw her sitting on a bench,
while reading "voyage au bout de la nuit",
a cigarette between her tooth gap
framed by red lipstick,
a bottle of wine next to her,
quietly humming a melody,
her hair wilder than a man's dream,
her fragrance Chanel N°5,
the look in her eyes were longing for the saving shore,
it was raining but she didn't even care,
and so I knew
Je t'admire

I would **** the night to get to day as the stars looked the other way

I'd rip the warmth from my stomach and hold the sun by her hair to show her what I've been missing

Can you get addicted to sunshine, if only I knew what I'd gotten myself into

The skies cry every day I pine for the sun to stay

I'm so sick of being so lonely I'd burn up to be next to you