Beau Fixe

I like red roses, white roses
That you give me, wrongly or for no reason
I also like putting rouge on my pale cheeks
For one evening, for a yes, for a no
I'm happy in the laziness of our Sundays
I'm far away when it's a little cold
I'm just waiting for your shoulder where I can pour my heart out
I also like these little gestures

All of that
Hangs by a thread
A breath, a blink of an eye
If one
Of us backs out
All of that
Hangs by a thread

I also like it when I go wherever you want
I just as much like the day you come back
I would like to have for you the words that tremble
Forget to get lost along the way
I love running towards you breathlessly
Without saving the best for last
I only want to place my hand in yours
And lie down until dawn

All of that
Hangs by a thread, thread
A breath, a blink of an eye
If one
Of us backs out
All of this
Hangs by a thread
All of this
Hangs by a thread
A breath, a blink of an eye
If one
Of us backs out
All of this
Hangs by a thread