La Carte Postale (En Duo Avec Julien Doré)

I’m writing to you
It’s me
It’s still early
I dreamed so hard

The paper
Under my fingers
Is tough like your body
I know, I’m wrong, I’m wrong

I drew
Your name and your address
Right there on the side
It feels like a promise

God, how ordinary
This little postcard is
That hurts so much

I chose
This picture
I think it’s pretty
Maybe a bit too tame

To be honest
Without blushing
I’ve got nothing to say
I just want to write to you, write to you

I drew
Your name and your address
Right there on the side
It feels like a promise

God, how ordinary
This little postcard is
That hurts so much

I’d like to talk to you
About the lovely sand
About the wind that sleeps
On the golden seashells

I’d like to talk to you
About the people outside
Who tan together
Like dead seashells

But here, on my lines
I’m not very clever
I’m just a semaphore

That screams I adore you, I adore you
I’m writing to you
It’s me
Oh, it’s still hard
I loved you so much

The paper
Under my fingers
Again and again
I know, I’m wrong, I’m wrong
I know, I’m wrong, I’m wrong
I know, I’m wrong, I’m wrong