À Demain - Her Skin

Is your breakfast treating you right?

Is your coffee sugared fine?

Oh well, you told me you would sink in it sometimes

Is the sun burning your skin

The skin you’re in sous la pluie

Oh, would a french poet admire me while I sing?

Oh and I’ll wear your forehead kisses as a crown

Oh and I’ll think of them when I am feeling down

There’s a virtue in slowness which we have lost

You drink half and throw half away

And that’s a way to be positive but I’m stuck

In the wrong half I seem to stay

The words you’re breathing in

À demain, oui, merci

Oh which one of those famous poets will I be?

There’s a virtue in slowness which we have lost

You drink half and throw half away

And that’s a way to be positive but I’m stuck

In the wrong half I seem to stay