At the very bottom of a drawer
Of an all-wood desk
I found by chance
Our very first time
This little piece of paper
Phone in hand
I see myself calling you
And the coffee the next day

At the very bottom of my drawer
There are still our beginnings
Photo booth from one evening
Where we had drunk too much
We lost our appetite
We laughed for nothing
The world was so small
And our eyes
Never far

At the very bottom of my drawer
And my fingers groping
Tracing our story
The tickets to Lisbon
That famous takeoff
We thought we’d stay there
I reread in our pages
All those we dog-eared
I reread in our pages
All those we dog-eared

At the very bottom of my drawer
There’s a whole bunch of nonsense
Regrets, misadventures
And all that jealousy
Under a pile of bills
The dust, the routine
The need for adventures
The lack of adrenaline

At the very bottom of my drawer
I come across your letter
Written in black ink
And maybe crying
A handwritten letter
Like we wouldn’t do anymore
When I read "I’m leaving you" on your letter
It rained
When I read "I’m leaving you" on your letter
It rained

At the very bottom of a drawer
The drawer of my life
When my love leaves
There’s a friend’s shoulder
And one day without warning
The good weather chases the rain
We close one drawer
And another one fills up

At the very bottom of a drawer
The drawer of my life
When my love leaves
There’s a friend’s shoulder
And one day without warning
The good weather chases the rain
We close one drawer
And another one fills up

We close one drawer
And another one fills up

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES