Minus Sixty One
Woodkid
5:17Strange, I've seen that face before I've seen him hanging around my door Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day Strange, he shadows me back home His footsteps echo on the stones Rainy nights on Hausmann Boulevard Parisian music drifting from the bars Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange he's standing there alone His staring eyes chill me to the bone