It\'s falling rain tears over Brussels.
What becomes of eternal promesses ?
Some bitter mood melting onto
the pavement ...
tell me about your life in Montreal ?
I am still in love with you ,
even in someone else\'s arms ...
A night flight awaits me
that I would not take ...
I\'m just a night thief .
Long -distance tides talk to me
about that summer
as if it were a sleeping dream ...
It slowly snowing in Montreal .
I question your reflection
in this mirror ...
Looking for words along
Sainte Catherine in a polar void .
I just remember how weather
was nice after love .
Here and now,everything so cold...
Tell me about your life in Brussels...
I feel like a broken string of pearls
scattering in a blizzard
of tormented feelings ...
Venenous flytrap in a night flight...
Does it always rain in brussels ?
I\'m in this little bar ,surrounded
by gloomy faces .
I no longer recognize
who is the victim or the tormentor...
Near me there is a girl
whom I will never meet .
Beauty of a renaissance painting
but I do\'t see your mystery
in her eyes ...
Sh\'es just a stranger in a night flight .
It\'s snowing in Montreal ,so slowly ...
I have this taste of your skin
around my neck .
This old wool touching me
like a ritual ...
All along Sainte Catherine,
I walk like object of the fog .
Searching in the here after snow
for the dissociated echo
of our voices .
You who flew away like a night thief...