Enchantée

Track 01 · Midnight

A cabaret off the boulevard. She picks the song before he knows her name.

Enchantée...

The band is tuning, lights are low I wear the dress that steals the show You walk in with the midnight rain You catch my eye, you look away Then look again, they always do Chéri, I wrote this dance for you

Ask my name, I'll tell you lies The truth is somewhere in my eyes

Enchantée, enchantée Call me what you want tonight Enchantée, enchantée Every name will fit me right Pour me something slow and sweet All of Paris at our feet Enchantée... enchantée...

You buy the wine, I choose the song The accordion plays all night long You say you've never done this dance I smile and say, mon cher, c'est France The music pulls you to my side Tonight the rules are set aside

Don't ask tomorrow, don't ask why Tonight the city doesn't lie

The waiter's gone, the candles lean The clock is slow at in-between Don't fall in love, that's my advice But if you do... then kiss me twice

Alors... enchantée, chéri

Reviens

Track 02 · Deep night

His apartment, rain on the glass. Two people stretching midnight as far as it goes.

Bonsoir...

Midnight rain on Rue Delort You lit my cigarette once more A stranger's coat, a voice I knew The city slowed to only you You asked me where I'd been so long I said, chéri, you wrote this song

One slow dance, the record spins Where you end is where I begin

Reviens, reviens Stay until the streetlights fade Reviens, reviens Every promise we never made Hold me like the night is thin Like morning won't come creeping in Reviens... reviens...

Your hand still fits the small of my back The years fold over, fade to black You pour the brandy, I pretend That midnight doesn't have to end You ask me if I ever cried I smile and say, mon dieu, I lied

One slow dance, the needle skips Every answer on your lips

À demain, you whisper low But we both know I won't go Some songs only play at night Some wrongs feel too much like right

Bonsoir, mon cœur... bonsoir

Peut-être

Track 03 · Five a.m.

The blue hour. Coat on, hand on the door, a coin still rolling somewhere.

Peut-être...

Five a.m., the blue hour glow My coat is on, my eyes say no One hand resting on the door One shoe forgotten on your floor You're sleeping like you've never lied And I'm the storm you keep inside

If I go, I lose the fire If I stay, I feed the liar

Peut-être, peut-être Maybe I was made to run Peut-être, peut-être Maybe you're the quiet one Half of me is down the stairs Half is tangled in your prayers Peut-être... peut-être...

The coffee's cold, the candle's gone The record crackles on and on I count my reasons one by one They vanish with the rising sun You whisper something in your sleep It sounds like "stay", it cuts me deep

If I stay, I know the ending If I go, I keep pretending

Chéri, I flipped a coin for you Heads I'm gone, and tails I'm yours It rolled away across the room And it's still rolling... behind closed doors

Ask me when the morning's here If I'm still standing anywhere near Chéri... peut-être

Adieu

Track 04 · Before dawn

She leaves first, the way perfume leaves a coat: slowly, and not entirely.

Adieu...

The candle drowned in melted gold You sleep like stories left untold I find my dress, I find the door My footsteps swallowed by the floor You'll reach for me at half past four And find the cold side of the war

Don't wake up, don't say a word The prettiest goodbyes go unheard

Adieu, adieu I was never meant to stay Adieu, adieu I love you best from far away Kiss the pillow where I've been Blame the night, don't blame the gin Adieu... adieu...

You'll ask the barman for my name He'll light your cigarette and say "They come like rain, they leave the same" A borrowed spark, a silver flame My perfume sleeping on your coat Is all I ever let you own

Don't look for me on Rue de la Lune I was gone before the moon

Chéri, don't cry, c'est la vie Some women are a souvenir You'll tell this story every year And every year, I disappear

Bonne nuit, chéri... adieu

Lumière

Track 05 · Morning

The Seine in first light. A slow walk home, and no regrets worth carrying.

Lumière...

The streetlights close their tired eyes The rooftops catch the first sunrise My heels are singing on the stone A woman walking slowly home Last night is folded in my coat A perfume and a half-written note

Some stories end where they begin Mine ends with morning on my skin

Lumière, lumière Morning spilling on the Seine Lumière, lumière Washing midnight off again I'm not sorry, I'm not sad The night was all we ever had Lumière... lumière...

The café sets its chairs outside The city yawns, the doors swing wide The waiter smiles, he knows my kind He's seen a hundred nights like mine He pours the coffee, dark and slow And asks me nothing, bless him so

Did I stay or did I go? Only the blue hour will know Some loves burn long, some burn bright Mine was made of one short night

Bonjour, Paris... lumière