Written by Moyet/Glenister Lyrics Translated by Anne Gennessaux C'est notre amour usé C'est ton nom ridicule C'est le bruit quand tu manges Tes
Gone is the last stain of ink from the sky Somebody's talkin' and I won't tell you why So you ask them to stay, when you want them to fly And you try
I'm getting into something You got me into something good Like I knew you would I'm moving into something You move me into something easy And it pleases
Well, now everyone says you've got a heart of gold Uh, yeah it's one of those things being brought and sold Now it's back on the market I've been told
If you don't come back to me You'll have saved me goodbyes My escape would be neat Won't lose a minute's sleep Recovering what we made and meant not to
Now you say you're lonely You cried the long night through Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you're sorry
You've got me so confused and there's words I could use But I'm afraid to say them I feel I've been had and I'm boiling mad Still I can't live without
One of these days, I'm waiting on a day When nobody comes to trample my meadow Biding my time, there's gonna be a time Might take a while but changes
E crois entendre encore Cache sous les palmiers Sa voix tendre et sonore Comme un chant de ramiers Oh, nuit enchanteresse Divin ravissement Oh, souvenir
Here I am and I want you to see baby I wanna watch you watching me in motion To taste the secret side of me Every time I look at you I know Your fighting
Have no faith Believe me, don't believe in me I'm gonna let you down You make it so very easy He's waiting for me That's the way I ever want it to be
What can I do to make light of this dull dull day? What switch can I pull to illuminate the way? Show me one direction, I will not question again For
Mary Mary don't keep me waiting There's not light enough to see and you know If I'm not there when he gets back home He's going to come out looking for
Into your car park drive obsolete motors With petrol consumption at too higher price Sell us through windows at back room board meetings Blindfolded and
It's the stain on the moon It's your idiot name It's the noise in the noise The gift of the game It's the fruit that we bear The peach that I bore It'
Bien sur nous eumes des orages vingt ans d'amour c'est l'amour fol Mille fois tu pris ton bagage mille fois je pris mon envol Et chaque meuble se souvient
I'm running up the stairs I can hardly breathe again Into your arms and a perfect day From the garden where we lay With the roses all aflame You called
You're asking the wrong question To the wrong person And it's hurting you to listen I wanna be truthful But you gotta be certain This is what you mean