Noir Sur Blanc
Françoise Hardy
Black on White
Black on white
I write my pains, nerves on edge
Without guardrails or pretenses
From the start too often
White or black
Maybe it's not too late
To leave my ivory tower
If you pass by without seeing me
The pain would be worth the price of this last detour
Too bad for all the unspoken words, the calls for help
Thrown into the night and falling on deaf ears
If I can hang myself around your neck
We leave in white
The subjects a bit too burning
That could freeze my blood
Make you run away
Only black spot
If you don't like the looks
That pierce you through and through
Will I pass by without seeing you
The pain would be worth the price of this last love
I'll pay cash for the screams, the calls for help
Thrown into the night and falling on deaf ears
If you were to come hang yourself around my neck
Will you come?
Know that everything
Is up to you
Will you come?
The pain would be worth the price, I won't turn back
I'll keep to myself the screams, the calls for help
Will you come?
Know that everything
Is up to you
Will you come?
