La Fille Du Bus

When she gets on the bus, she’s not just a person
This girl is a breath of fresh air, an infinity
An atmosphere all her own, a crowd in herself
Staring into space, she won’t see my handsome face
The scent she gives off overwhelms all my senses
She can’t get off, I won’t be able to rise from my ashes
When she gets on the bus, she’s not just a person
This girl is a breath of fresh air, an infinity
An atmosphere all her own, a crowd in herself
Staring into space, she won’t see my handsome face

There are hours stolen from us, taken away
Life’s a poison, passion the only antidote
Living a lifestyle that demands constant effort
I don’t have permission to rest, or I’ll never know my rise
Illuminated by a streetlight and the sun setting low
I leave my home, hoping one day my words will reach them
I step out of my house, hoping one day my words will reach them

Sitting at the back of the bus, I got a ticket without a stop
Head against the window, I admit I’m lost in thought
Suddenly a girl gets on, our eyes will never meet
I took something to write with, and then I described her in my notebook

There’s a night in the gaze of this girl
She leaves me skeptical
I don’t know her story like Shakespeare
But I don’t care as long as the daydream stays
She gives me vertigo
It’s like I’m suddenly enslaved
She had no sorrow and seemed merciless

When she gets on the bus, she’s not just a person
This girl is a breath of fresh air, an infinity
An atmosphere all her own, a crowd in herself
Staring into space, she won’t see my handsome face
The scent she gives off overwhelms all my senses
She can’t get off, I won’t be able to rise from my ashes
When she gets on the bus, she’s not just a person
This girl is a breath of fresh air, an infinity
An atmosphere all her own, a crowd in herself
Staring into space, she won’t see my handsome face

She had shining eyes
Brown hair and she
Handled it well
To crush my heart
Some were hitting on her
But I was stalking her
I was like a junkie
I had no worries
Then when she got off, I forgot everything in a flash
Victim of amnesia, like trying to remember a dream
It’s like I tripped over her absence
And she walked away from me, as if I meant nothing

When she gets on the bus, she’s not just a person
This girl is a breath of fresh air, an infinity
An atmosphere all her own, a crowd in herself
Staring into space, she won’t see my handsome face
The scent she gives off overwhelms all my senses
She can’t get off, I won’t be able to rise from my ashes
When she gets on the bus, she’s not just a person
This girl is a breath of fresh air, an infinity
An atmosphere all her own, a crowd in herself
Staring into space, she won’t see my handsome face