Je Pense Encore À Toi

I walked into the church
And I didn't see anyone
Except for the lifeless gaze of the plaster statues
I know a place where there's nothing above
I still think of you.

I should have been wary of the swirling winds
Of those hidden carved stones under the sleeping water
Of those bits of streams that turn into ports

I still think of you.

I was told that everything fades away
Luckily, time passes
I will have learned that it takes a long time
But time passes, luckily, luckily.

I crossed paths with the beggar who lost his way
In my raincoat, I resemble him a bit
And then I have your image planted in my eyes

I still think of you.