On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur...

"The Professor & La Fille Danse" by Damien Rice

Well, I don't know if I'm wrong
'cause she's only just gone.
Here's to another relationship
bombed by my excellent breed of Gamete Disease.
I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means.

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could.
Here's to the man with his face in the mud,
and an overcast play just taken away
from the lovers in love at the center of stage.
Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
for walking on stilts at the edge of your mind.

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away?
What makes him stall and what makes him stand?
What shakes the elephant now and what makes a man?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
No, I don't know anymore.
No, no, no, no...

I don't know if I'm wrong
it's 'cause she's only just gone.
Why the hell is this day taking so long?
I was a lover of time and once she was mine.
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed.

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could.
Well, closer to God is the one who's in love.
And I walk away cause I can;
too many options may kill a man.

Loving is fine if it's not in your mind,
but I've messed it up now, too many times.
Loving is good if it's not understood.
But I'm the professor
and feel that I should know...

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What makes the animal run, run away?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Hell, I don't know anymore.
No, no, no no...

Well, I don't know if I'm wrong
'cause she's only just gone.
Here's to another relationship
bombed by my excellent breed of Gamete Disease.
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese.

La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo