Train whistle blows the curtains through the window…
and he is like morning to me
and sometimes I wake with a breeze like eyelashes on my face
and memories knocking on the bedroom door
Dans tes yeux je vois tout un univers
dans les batements de ton coeur j’entends le silence
de la foret, de la foret, de la foret…
Train whistle blows the curtains through the window
and he is like morning to me
and now i want, though i have never let myself want out loud
and i desire though i have never let myself
yes i want though i have never let myself want out loud
and i desire though i have never let myself
Dans tes yeux je vois (etc.)
