The Smell of Your Hair
Laure Briard, Vincent Guyot, Midnight Special Records
The smell of your hair
Became the smell of my skin
After spending days here
In the middle of nowhere
Only the sound of the birds
Sometimes the wind
We didn’t talk too much
At first I took it badly
But deep down that’s a sign
When people can easily deal
With silence peacefully
Looking for adventures
Reasons for living
Journey after journey
I will know better about me
Trying not to think
About the end
And possibly I’ll never see you again
It’s hard to keep in mind
The wonderful memories
Shipshaped in a box of souvenirs
Shipshaped in a box of souvenirs
Even if it hurts
To turn magic into tragedy
Even if it hurts
To turn magic into tragedy