by your side Kicked out of France but I still believe Taken to a land, far across the sea Etienne, Etienne Hear the west wind whisper my name Etienne, Etienne
or when Oh, Etienne Etienne Hear the west wind whisper my name Etienne Etienne By the morning maybe we'll remember Who I am Maybe I'm a witch Etienne
He was there the night the wall came down. He lost her in the endless crowd, In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross. He sent cries aloft for his fellow
And there were mermaids, weren't there? Sweet, silver mermaids All through that gray Trafalgar square Such silver mermaids And they were young and they
Legere tes yeux brillent, je ne suis qu'un passager Legere tes yeux brillent, je ne suis qu'un passager Je n'ai pas de nom, pas de prenom Anonyme, anonyme
Un matin comme tous les autres Un nouveau pari Rechercher un peu de magie Dans cette inertie morose Clopin clopan sous la pluie Jouer le role de sa vie
What you don't have, make believe What you're wanting for, make believe Anyone, anywhere Anything that you need, make believe Who you want to be, make
No rules for foolish hearts? It only takes a moment to rewrite Every single page, you never know When you feel your eyes lock and engage Changing time
Rock could be so good But we make it all so rubbishy Signal's down and the men are searching this quarter Power's gone and we got no heat and no water
I have news, good news from Notting Hill The consignment of white gold has arrived for Mr. Anderson In the rain, in the fall In the mud, in the hall
Tempers fraying in the Hat and Fan Gets so hot in there even in November Heated words from slicked back hair It's too small a world for some people to
Over the coastline Just like pebbles on a shore Cat in the window Rust and ivy by the door Locked on the outside Pictures take you back again Told him
Today I got up easy, you know I'm not a morning person Never said I was leaving, I wasn't sure until this morning Split screen our apartment where you
Stars above us, cars below us Out on the rooftop, baby Stars above us, cars below us Nothing can touch us, baby Just had to get out of there I'm tired
Soft like wildflowers by rivers and streams Thoughts washing over me like the stuff of my dreams And I see it coming true We'll be soft like you, we'll
Gentle and giving All the rest is treason Whose poor rainbow Whose poor rainbow And then return to the river again To live by the water again Whose
Talking to Moscow in her bedroom Over and over shadows fall low Love feeling flowers in the harbor Sleeping for hours with no father Call in the winter
Take a message, let me know Put on her shoes before she goes Hazel eyes and auburn hair How could she tell it's all for nothing? Far away from what you
