I've Seen That Face Before

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

Footsteps echo on the stones

Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard

Parisian music drifting from the bars

Tu cherches quoi rencontrer la mort

Tu te prends pour qui

Toi aussi tu detestes la vie

Dance in bars and restaurants

Home with anyone who wants

Strange he's standing there alone

Staring eyes chill me to the bone