these walls
the walls here are tall
and light blue, reminding me of you
everything is silence
everything is contemporary
but i am just here without you
and i have no idea where you are
or if you’ve tried to find me
i don’t know why you would
but there’s a first for everything
and all of the seats are empty here
except for this one and a few others
oui, je voudrais aller chez toi, et
je voudrais etre ta femme
je t’aime je t’aime je t’aime
the language is of the lovers
and we have ours left undefined
but you’re the lover in these quiet moments
when i am yours and you are mine
when seperately we find ourselves
alone in the company of others
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oui… euh… ou es-tu?
ou es-tu?
can you hear me?
are you there?
i love you.