I've Seen That Face Before (Libertango)

Strange, I’ve seen that face before
Seen him hanging ’round 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

What are you looking for
To meet death
Who do you think you are
You also hate life

Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange, he’s standing there alone
Staring eyes chill me to the bone

In his room, Joel and his suitcase
A look at his clothes
On the walls, photos, without regret, without melodrama
The door is slammed, Joel is locked out