Etienne Daho

Accident (He's on the phone)

Etienne Daho


He's on the phone, doesn't want to go home 
The hotel life (forget your wife), you're on your own Academia girl 
Her life's a gas, she loves the trash inside his world 
Can't fide his way there, got the cash, feeling flash, in Leicester Square 
Ooh-ooh, yes 
She never meant to call, she did anyway 
And now he's trying to find the world to say someday 
It's five to twelve and she's nervous as hell with nothing to lose, it's hard to choose, it's hard to tell 
And her's is lilac and gold 
The thing she has, she's feeling sad, she's feeling old 
Skin is dewdrop and warm, the lipstic kiss, reminisce, or wait will dawn 
Et c'est alors que supposément blessé par le commun des mortels, 
qu'en habit pourpre et net, de mes cendres fiction, 
pour l'encore inconnu, attendu, 
je résérecte encore et encore, pour toi, je résérecte encore et encore. 
He's on the phone and she wants to go home, 
shoes in hand, don't make a sound, it's time to go.