Dans la ville

I'm walking around
Circling the block a couple of times
And I'm wondering what you would've said
When I tell you I tried straightening my hair with a curler wand

I'm running around
Trying to stay afloat in a drowning mind
And I'm wondering what you would've said
To make sure that I stop my crying

Here I am talking to your bestest friend
'Cause I feel that he knows you quite well
And he makes me think that you're not just stuck
On a really beautiful island somewhere far away
And I know that I'll get to hear your voice again
Please tell me that I'll get to hear it again

I'm noting down a lot
Of things that I would've talked to you about
And I'm wondering where we could've gone
When you finally return to my favourite place dans la ville

I'm heading down along
Along the lines of a stranded, broken-hearted
And I'm wondering how you would've laughed
When you tell me you had another nosebleed for no reason

Here I am talking to your bestest friend
'Cause I feel that he knows you quite well
And he makes me think that you're not just stuck
On a really beautiful island somewhere far away
And I know that I'll get to hear your voice again
Please tell me that I'll get to hear it again