Le regard du narrateur

On this dark empty room your eyes facing the wall
The pain on your throat so the tears won't fall
Marx lies by your side, the book you'll never end
Just one of those things you bought so you could spend
The few time that you were
Not thinking of her

On this dark empty room thoughts go through your head
Where is she now? Is she ever coming back?
The Ipod by your side repeating the same song
One of Vincent Delerm you cannot seem to recall
The exact words that she spoke
Before she left you alone

On this dark empty room something slows down the hours
And the hot water running when you are in the shower
A plane crash in Brazil, famine tending to grow
The remote on your hand has no life of it's own
And you feel it could be worst
For a minute the most

On a dark empty room, door number twenty six
Electronic card key, fading green lights are lit
When you just want to sleep as you've done before
Someone has to wait and answer the door
Someone feeling so small
Eyes facing the wall ...