Mon Homme

He has a frugal gaze
He speaks rarely, and I like that
He loves the cooing of doves and the smell of coffee
And those little things we do without thinking

He's my man, my flag
My man, the one I need
I shiver, I get soaked
He's my man, my shelter, my bed, my hero

He wouldn't know how to shine
Like a plain, forgotten lighthouse
In his ordinary sea
He breaks the waves without seeing
Those thousands of lights
That he offers me without realizing

He's my man, my flag
My man, the one I need
I shiver, I get soaked
He's my man, my fire, my rest

He's my man, my friend
Who forgives, the one we choose
I fumble as I falter
He's my man who does what he says

He's my man, I admire him
My ozone, the air I breathe
My opium, my day
Oh my man, my roof, my path
My love