Reviens-moi

Tu partiras mieux comme ça.

My hands have taken much from yours

The river that flows
Will never freeze

Touch my hair
Breathe the scent
And sink into the sand

Ghetto superstar

That is what you are.

I was a little off last week,

but things are pretty much back on track.

To see your beautiful face

Sunken eyelids, cluttered heads
We've smiled over their disgrace.

You're beautiful

like a canary.

You

would...