Entre séjours et hors d'oeuvre:
I wait for you to notice the direction.
I have grown attached to our routine,
I know you well and you well know me.
Lay your attention upon known fiend.
Entre séjours et plats principaux:
You peek at me between the chatter,
and I just hope I'll catch your eyes.
You then pretend you haven't noticed,
how the silver platter reflects your glance.
Entre séjours et le dessert:
Our tension holds the same polarity.
I am Orpheus, and you, my vice.
But you're no Eurydice, dear Cinderella.
I'll follow you into orchards dark.
Entre séjours et dire adieu:
Mischief awakes as the swan slumbers,
our card is lovers in this forgotten land.
I've walked this way a thousand times over.
A danse macabre or a pas de deux?
Ici il n'y a pas des dieux.
