Strange I've seen that face before Seen him hanging 'round my door Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day
Strange he shadows me back home footsteps echo on the stones Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard Parisian music drifting from the bars
Tu cherches quoi rencontrer la mort Tu te prends pour qui toi aussi tu détestes la vie
Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange he's standing there alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone
Dans sa chambre Joël et sa valise Un regard sur ses fringues sur les murs des photos Sans regret sans mélo La porte est claquée Joël est barré Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm