Taken from "Mellotronic Belgian Blues" OUT NOW! Download Now on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/mellotronic-belgian-blues/id1044554728 CD Baby: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/nickawde Also available on Amazon and all good outlets. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/desertheartsco Nick Awde – vocals, keyboards, Mellotron Andy Ward – drum loops She stands in the queue by the counter She catches my eye who knows why So I’m wondering right now what she’ll order She’ll go for a mocha I somehow just knew. Starbucks ‘Paree’, by the Opera Espressos that hiss wifi schmooze And the soundtrack’s Sinatra and Ella The question’s eternal – “Que voulez-vous?” Like a lightning bolt of recognition She sparked echoes of someone I knew Couleur Café, Gap and Zara’s there too Moët et Chandon, and Three Colours Blue She searches her bag for a moment Her mobile screen’s now all aglow That urban veneer quickly flees with a tear Brushed away, oh that no one else sees. As she looks up, her sad eyes touch mine That once in a million true look A flicker of soul mates, a flash in our hearts Hopes and fears of a lost wounded love. “Ma’mzelle, c’est un mocha pour vous?” She takes the grande, a sigh heaved Another alert as another text beeps Now a smile on her lips as she leaves. A flash of your smile... Those eyes, that hair, that dress debonair A flash of your eyes and she smiled As the car screeched to a halt in the late December rain… The hotel where we stayed was the other side there It’s now called Le Grand Majestic And here was our café, an accordionist played Tunes that made cold nights warm in Paris. In that corner we drank kir I remember The snapshots that day made us laugh You said it was strange you were smiling in each Well who’d blame you if our happiness lasts? Our room with a view for tired lovers Flying from separate worlds It gave us a haven as the stormclouds rolled over To think over which direction to turn. Saw the sights but with eyes for each other And we never quite made Père Lachaise Where Edith and Jim and Maria lie still But their music danced all over the place. Breathless we ran across the Pont-Neuf Belle de Jour in the Dome Lafayette Caught the melodies there of Piaff, Brel and Brassens Traced the echoes of La Mistinguett. Chocolat et croissants in the Latin Quarter Glaces avec café at Montmartre Then exhausted collapsed in this bistro still hungry For the taste of last night’s embrace. The last time ever I saw your face... The last time ever I saw your face... You laughed and placed your hand in my wallet So eager to pay, then to our room Then out fell my past with the cards that photo You demanded “Who’s this?” at her face. I wanted to say she’s the past long behind me But you know how the words come out wrong Perhaps I was clinging to the options that root us I still said “It’s not her that I love.” Words I believed yet so hollow You cried you’d never trust me again And rushed out with tears in the raindrops unseeing Wounded beauty in the Parisian rain. I ran after to hold you tight in my arms To tell you, it’s not how it seems That always I’d be yours forever you’d be mine But I lost you instead for all time... A flash of your smile... Those eyes, that hair, that dress debonair A flash of your eyes and you turned, too late The car screeched to a halt in the late December rain… A flash of your smile... Those eyes, that hair, that dress debonair A glimpse of your eyes then she turned away forever… “Bon soir chérie!” kissed now through the window The Citroën pulled up, she jumped in I saw the embrace with the man at the wheel They drove off in the Parisian rain… The last time ever I saw your face... The last time ever I saw your face...

• published: 03 Oct 2015
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