La ligne droite

I ain't waiting for you at the end of a straight line
I know we'll have to take more detours
And see many more days go by
But nothing will extinguish our eagerness

It's raining where you are, scorching sun where I stand
When will we finally merge our seasons
When will we come home together
We have time, but why does it feel so long

Sometimes my clothes bear traces of dust
And the faded scent of fleeting loves
That made my solitude lighter
At the dawn of my sleepless and lonely nights

And you, my beautiful love, tell me if there are men
Who made your life a little less dull
Who help you endure winter after fall
And the stubborn silences of the phone

We'll share our triumphs, our celebrations
But how do we admit all our defeats
The anxiety that grips us, the anxiety that awaits us
And clings to every thought, every move

I know you'll be at the end of my journeys
I know you'll come despite all the detours
We'll sleep together and make love
In a world reinvented in our image