Seen him hanging 'round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day

Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights, on Haussmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars

What are you looking for
Meet death? Who do you think You Are?
You too hate life

Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange, he's standing there alone
Staring eyes chill me to the bone

In his room, Joel and his suitcase
A look at her clothes
On the walls, pictures
Without regret, without melodrama
The door is slammed, Joel is barred

Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day
Stange