L'amour Avec Toi

I miss you just as much
Your smooth voice, your singing laughter
Don't think I forget you
You know well that I'm bored
In the aisles of the train
I wrote you a song
It doesn't talk about love
It's the end of the good days

I have to confess to you
I couldn't imagine
That it's your love
That I would miss
There are messages
That we can't admit
After turns
Turbulent paths
We were young, it's true
And probably a bit too much
There are times
Where age is lacking
I need to relive
Past sensations
Pages of this book
Where we stopped

I want to make love
On this beach with salty wind
And like the first day
Our bodies intertwined
Here the cry of the night
Sheltered from the dawns
Sang me insomnia
To forget your body

I promise you now
That it will be, believe me

The worst of times
If it's not with you
I've never experienced that
I only imagine it
Making love with you
Remains a desire only

Making love with you
Making love with you
Making love with you
Remains a desire
Remains a desire only

But don't be mistaken
In this hopeless wave
There is no love
I understood it too late
For the time of a note
I simply write to you
That it's you who steers
Along the feelings

I have to confess to you
I couldn't imagine
That it's your love
That I would miss
There are messages
That we can't admit
After turns
Turbulent paths
We were young, it's true
And probably a bit too much
There are times
Where age is lacking
I need to relive
Past sensations
Impossible to run
Forever the tides