La Madeleine (Elle sait mieux que moi)

He had in the depths of his eyes
The color of other skies
That I knew nothing of
He had in the palms of his hands
The shape of other things
That came from so far away
He had in his hair
Scents from other places
Fragrances of jasmine
He had on his lower back
Tattooed by hand
A sailor's anchor

Go on over to Madeleine
I won’t feel any pain
She’ll know how to make you talk
And she’ll listen to you better
I only know how to love you
Go on over to Madeleine
I won’t feel any pain
She’ll know how to make you dance
She’ll make you sing
Way better than I do

He got up without a word
Left his coat behind
To make it seem like he’d come back
He crossed the street
After that, I don’t know
I didn’t look
He must be heading back up the town
Crossing the intersection
Before he arrives
Over there, he’ll forget me
Talk about Java
Or other lands

He’s at Madeleine’s
And I’m feeling so much pain
They must be laughing and dancing
Drinking until they forget,
Forget to talk
He’s at Madeleine’s
He’s no longer in pain
He’s sailing in her arms
He talks about Java
And fields of orchids

He’s at Madeleine’s
And I’m feeling less pain
I know he’ll come back to me
That he’ll open his arms
And then he’ll leave again
He’ll go to Madeleine’s
I won’t feel any pain
I know he’ll come back to me
That he’ll open his arms
And that he’ll stay with me.