Ann had it rough
Her country was foolish and it was young
Times had been tough
And now they were getting worse
She can buy a house
But it won’t be a home
Travel the world to be alone
Jacque caught her glance
He found it he was studying abroad
It was circumstance
He said, “besoin d'un visa?”
She got a part time job
At the boulangerie
Where they say “you’re welcome” sarcastically
Mezzanine, mezzanine
We used it once and then we shot the scene
Memory comes back to me
A life of wanting seems so plain to see
But just not to me
Time left nothing for these peaceful few
Out with the old and with the new
It’s not if not will they but it’s if they can
If everyone dies in French movies then I’m a fan
The film had no plot
They wandered around the city for hours
Gifts had been bought
But no one wanted money
First he shot the scene
Then he shot the cast
Even the pictures cannot last
Mezzanine, patisserie
All these places now what do they mean?
Melodies don’t play to me
I just want a place that’s as ornery, but just not to me
Everyone dies in French movies
It’s always the way that it’s been
If you can’t stand for nothing you just give in
Everyone dies in French movies
They’re lovers but never friends
And why can I not understand them?
I’m the one stuck here, locked in
This Bastille cell
I’m the one living here in hell
Things could be better
But God if they could be worse
When modern life feels just like a curse