king smooch returns (pt. I - III)

well well well
it's certainly been a while since we've seen you around here
how long has it been?
the king lives
after ten whole years
we thought you were dead
there's a load of lips around here that need smooching, king
are you back?
cause there's a lot of people
who won't be this welcoming when they see you

I've been here before
recognise those shadows
creepin' up the walls
they know I'm here

we used to love
used to be so carefree
we used to love
why do I feel empty?

do you think about me, still?
do I exist in your world?
am I a whisper in the wind
a faint smell in the breeze
or a night terror on your chest?
a memory to forget

time moves onward and forward
it doesn't look back
we go in circles
we always look back
why do we always look back?

why do we always look back?

(in french)

so tell me
why did you come back?
you certainly didn't come back for me
if you came back for me
you would've come back a long time ago
you show up in the middle of the night
down at his place
without a fucking word for ten years

and here we are
face to face
waiting for each others coffee to go cold
so we can leave
this conversation goes nowhere
while I run my fingers through my hair like you used to

I've been looking in spaces
waiting on worthwhile faces
thinking maybe I'll see yours
but I don't
and every day
I pass by the same old spots you used to haunt
and here we are

Why does it seem everytime the world wants to move on you don't?
Why does it seem everytime the world wants to move on you don't?

(toot toot)