There's something in the way
You laugh when you're drunk
That tells me all the things I'm glad you're not

I need days to forget a line of your face
And I need tedious weeks to stop thinking of your skin
Just to realize : life's really a dope

I keep dead leaves in my books
For all the winters to come
I keep the newspapers I read
For all the awaiting days without memories

And then it takes a glance
And my heart beats faster and faster

So...do you really think that I can't hide the truth ?
When I feel lost no joy can help me to leave this town

If I don't mend my ways, nothing could change
And there'll be no hiding place