Lyrics (sorry for mistakes, I’m french :)

Sunday afternoon

End of week, I ‘m on the highway
Looking for miles and miles away
End of week, no light on the way
Naked trees, no more leaves on display


Why can’t I taste the felicity
Why am I helpless as a babe?
Why can’t I taste the joy of living
Why am I so afraid by the bliss?


End of week, soft-grey on my nails
Same as the sky of Salisbury
End of week I’m learning Swedish
In an old catalog Ikea

End of week , a cup of  earl grey
Midnight sun in my old veranda

Fed up with the smell of stagnant water
I would smell fragrances of rose water
x2

Refrain.
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