I'll keep on my dancing shoes

The end of a century
Brought a change to you and me
Both of your eyelids were shut
and I was nowhere to be found
I will lay down in the fields I cross
and hold tight the last flower you gave to me
I will keep myself safe,
safe and free
Far away from their goodbyes
Far above the willow trees
I pray for the next step to come, after all
Vagabonds will pass by
and make the dust on the road softer beneath my feet
and I will whisper to mirrors and black holes
and to the grown-up children I'll meet
'Oh please burn down my house
And we'll build a mausoleum
Or give the very heart of it
To noble thieves
Like in days of old'
In the mausoleum where the wind will blow
and I'll sow seeds of yellow roses
so that ashes won't blot their petals
'Oh elope with me' I would pray
'and we'll meet at the muddy river
where the waters meet and where the nightingales sing
and I'll put the crown on both of our blond hair'
But the wind's still scratching the hill
And poppies brushing against the earth
As if  they were waving goodbye to you and me
and I will curtsy to the moon

on aura beau manger des glaces au chocolat - regarder des couchers de soleil dramatiquement émouvants - pleurer sur un texte - s'asseoir sur la moquette d'un cinéma - s'extasier sur un autre Prince - aller chercher son premier Vélib' comme une grande - inventer des mélodies sans visage
ça le fera pas, je crois.