Café (part. Charles Ans)

At night, we spent hours
Talking about a thousand things to do
And sometimes, in little arguments
The dawn would break

(And it says something like, yeah)
(Ah huh, oh)

You know, I came to write this late as always
The man who gives voice to what the soul feels
I'm asleep, lying on your belly
Praying to a false goddess so I don’t get lost

Among ashes, maybe you’ll find me
Between laughter and the breeze, by the seaside
They talk about me, and smiles often come my way
It’s no fun celebrating if it’s out of place

This is an eternity, a stampede
And you try to kiss me only when no one’s watching
I’m all about beers, smoke, and your skirt up
You’re about seeing me down and leaving me dead inside

Darling, today, I came with my gang of thugs
To recite you bad poetry and poor feelings
Today, I came alone, with no drive, no options
Life charges a lot, and you’re giving me lessons

And every morning would start with a kiss, and you
Then, you’d make me a coffee
And I’d say goodbye every day
Dreaming of coming back

Well, I got lost, without fears
In your mouth and breasts
In your fire and jealousy, veils
They were talking about fashion and veils
About kissing late, drinking rum on the rocks
But everything breaks if you don’t look at me
If you see me traveling, smoking on tour
Months of work where you don’t sigh
Months of fighting, ten more lies

Put it on my tab, I’m coming in late tonight
I’d rather fly solo than love you like a coward
You ask me if it burns, and you know I’m not lying
But the streets got to me, shining for a concert

It’s always been my thing to live like a singer
I remember you liked the interesting bad boy
The laziness in my gaze, what I could’ve been before
And today, I remember everything, except how to kiss you

And every morning would start with a kiss, and you
Then, you’d make me a coffee
And I’d say goodbye every day
Dreaming of coming back

And every morning would start with a ki-ki-kiss, and you
Then, you’d make me a co-co-coffee
And I’d say goodbye every da-da-day
Dreaming of com-com-coming back

And every morning would start with a kiss, and you
Then, you’d make me a coffee
And I’d say goodbye every day
Dreaming of coming back