Lyric

I dusty the bins

To catch my breath

I took out the bags

And the old, dusty things

I gave them a quick clean

Uh... to make them look nice

A little ironing

To redraw my creases

I traded my hoodie

For a magnificent color

My little gray man

For a magical refrain

I promised my little one

There's no going back

I'm holding the blockade

I'm holding my line

The words fade away step by step

Like the very last dance

The words escape and that's how it is

Taking with them what I think

You tell me

Will you love me?

When it gets cold

The air chilling our fingers

You and I

Will we continue

Chasing each other

Like a mouse fleeing a cat

I know, my love

I must calm my passions

Fill my days

With other passions, with other ardors

But I can't help it

I always think of you

Like a historian

For whom you are the weight

There's nothing to undo

I'm not trying to apologize

I keep doing everything wrong

And you should get used to it

Words fade away step by step

Like the very last dance

Words escape and that's how it is

Taking with them what I think

Tell me, will you love me?

When it gets cold, the air chilling our fingers, you and I, will we continue chasing each other like a mouse fleeing a cat?

Tell me, will you love me?

When it gets cold, the air chilling our fingers, you and I, will we continue chasing each other like a mouse fleeing a cat?