Seen That Face Before - Woodkid

Strange, I’ve seen that face before

Seen him hanging around my door

Like a hawk stealing for the prey

Like the night waiting for the day

Strange, he shadows me back home

His footsteps echo on the stones

Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard

Parisian music drifting from the bars

Dance in bars and restaurants

Home with anyone who wants

Strange he’s standing there alone

Staring eyes chill me to the bone