La Petite Mort

Would you blame me if I asked for one last dance?
Would you tell me I’m a fool to want nothing but a little rest?
Before true love comes to take away
All of my possessions except the rage
A scarlett mark on my skin
That makes me feel the world surroundin' me
Like the day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
Is the day I was born again
And I feel less lonely every time a stranger caresses my
Cheek
I feel more human when their warm tongues lick away my
Sins
And I become less innocent
When they plant the seeds of hope in my head
On the floors of dirty bathrooms
I grew roses just to cut their petals
Like the day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
Is the day I was born again
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
The day I died in Paris
Is the day I was born again
My tears will water the gardens of love
Like summer rain or meltin' snow
From the rottin' bodies of the men I loved
Those beautiful flowers of evil shall grow
My tears will water the gardens of love
Like summer rain or meltin' snow
From the rottin' bodies of the men I loved
Those beautiful flowers of evil shall grow
''Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l’oubli
Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.''
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
''Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu’aujourd’hui.''