Saint Etienne Accident Lyrics

He's on the phone, / doesn't want to go home. /
The hotel life - / forget your wife, / you're on your
own.
Academia girl; /
Her life's a gas, she loves the trash inside his
world.
Can't find his way there,
Got the cash, feeling flash in leicester square.

(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now he's trying to find the words to say
Someday.

It's five to twelve and she's nervous as hell,
With nothing to lose, it's hard to choose it's hard
to tell.
And her's is lilac and gold;
The things she has, / she's feeling sad, she's feeling
old.
Skin is dewdrop and warm;
The lipstick kiss, reminisce, or wait will dawn.

(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now he's trying to find the words to say Someday.
(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now he's trying to find the words to say
Someday.

Et c'est alors que supposement blesse par le commun des
mortels,
Qu'en habit pourpre et net, de mes cendres fictions,
Pour l'encore inconnu(e), attendu(e);
Je reserecte encore et encore.
Je reserecte encore et encore.

He's on the phone and she wants to go home,
Shoes in hand, don't make a sound, it's time to go

Ooh-ooh
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now he's trying to find the words to say
Someday.
Ooh-ooh
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now he's trying to find the words to say
Someday, someday, someday. (ooh-ooh)
Someday, someday, someday.