The Day Goes Pale

We had not finished talking about love
We had not finished smoking our gitanes
It could be asked why the courts condemned
A man so handsome that makes the day go pale

You've not finished writing our songs
You only finished writing your poem
It could be asked why it's not enough long
You are the man who makes our lives go pale

We have to finish doing your job
We have to keep stirring up emotions
It could be asked why two girls try to keep
Alive a man who is already dead

You've not finished writing our songs
You only finished writing your poem
It could be asked why it's not long enough
You are the man who makes our lives go pale



Credits
Writer(s): Julia Lanoë, Carla Pallone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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