[Verse 1]
You left your coat on the chair
Keys still hang, but you're not there
Your name's still in my phone
But I don’t pick up when I'm alone

You were smoke in my chest
Now you're just a little less
I used to wait for your sound
Now I don't look around

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the cracks of the kitchen floor
You don’t live here anymore
No more steps on the second stair
No more shirt that you used to wear
No more waiting like before
You don’t live here anymore

[Verse 2]
Your cup’s still in the sink
But I don’t stop to think
You were fire in disguise
Now just ashes in my eyes

I don’t rewind your voice
I’ve learned I have a choice
You were thunder in my room
Now I sleep right through

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the dust, not in the drawer
You don’t live here anymore
No more notes on the bathroom glass
No more hoping that you'd come back
I don’t knock like I did before
You don’t live here anymore

[Bridge]
Ooh, I changed the locks
Ooh, I lost the map
Ooh, you were just a ghost
I finally let collapse

[Final Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in the light, not in the war
Not in my dreams like before
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here…

You don't live here anymore

Résumé de l’album Les Lois de la Nature
Un album libertin en 13 chansons qui retrace, pas à pas, le cheminement de la pensée libre à travers les philosophes, les salons secrets, la critique des lois, la célébration des plaisirs, jusqu’à l’hymne final à la nature. De Cyrano à Épicure, de Montaigne aux libres penseurs, chaque chanson dévoile une étape : le doute, la provocation, la sensualité, l’égalité, la révolte contre les dogmes, pour finir dans la lumière d’une liberté universelle. Une fresque moderne, élégante et chaloupée, dans l’esprit des bars feutrés et de l’Art Déco, où la philosophie et le désir s’unissent en musique.

13. Le dernier toast

The First to Call
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

Well I know, 
there is no point
For so long, 
we went along
And now the day has come
We know we can't go on
We try to talk, to work it out
but like before
I sulk, you shout

We're both afraid
We're long past time
And we don't know
What we will do 
Where can we start
Things won't be fine
We'll be alone
Stare at the phone

Which one will be, the first to call

Will it be me
Will it be you
The things I said
I know weren't true
I will look back
and will forget
So many words
I now regret

Which one will be, the first to call

[instrumental]

I am afraid
You'll tough it out
You are much stronger
You will last longer
I will give in
and I will plead
But you'll say no
You won't forgive
It does not matter
We both were wrong

Which one will be, the first to call

If not one way
Then another
It is now clear
We need each other
I am afraid
You like to fight
You'll kill us both
to prove you're right

Which one will be, the first to call

[instrumental]

If not one way
Then another
It is now clear
We need each other
I am afraid
You like to fight
You'll kill us both
to prove you're right

Which one will be, the first to call

Which one will be, the first to call

the first to call

the first to call

[outro]

The First to Call

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

The First to Call

I and Ai

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