Raconte-Moi
Stacey Kent
Tell Me
The light trickles behind the curtain
A shrill voice says it's going to be nice out
But I don't give a damn about street things
In your caresses, there are warm croissants
Tea with love and confusing fruits
Pour me another little glass of water
Tell me, dreams with the taste of licorice
On a piece of dreams, along your neck
Suns intertwine on your salty skin
Draw me a bee so I can buzz around you
Noon honking on the pavement
The bistros buzzing, the elevator roaring
But I don't give a damn about street things
Give me some foamy soap instead
I'll act like an animal caught off guard
If you do such sweet things to me
Tell me, dreams, stories of blur
On the tip of your lips, tell me everything
Suns intertwine on your salty skin
Draw me a bee so I can buzz around you
The day turning gray, the hours fading
You have to call your states of mind
But I don't give a damn about your life
About the appointments you didn't make
About your busy Wednesdays
And your phone that's out of battery
Tell me, dreams, stories of blur
If the day breaks, tell it we don't care
Suns intertwine on your salty skin
Draw me a bee so I can buzz around you
