Three o'clock on a late sunday-morning
The candles have burned to their end
Found the pictures we've taken, and now I'm awaking, and sleeped my invisible friend
So I'm staring to the hands of my wall-clock
Seems like both of us just hanging round
Got no-one to want me, and nothing to hold, my body needs what he don't have

Without him
I really don't mind
a little bit lonely
he'll make up in time
as long as he loves me
he'll answers his crime
the door stays wide open
i know that he's mine

the tracks of my tears keep on freezing
I'm melting the cold in the halls
Feel like I'm drowning, there's no-one around, and now I'm just climbing the walls
Perhaps if I played the seductress
passionate woman or gall
He'd be there in a minute, the heat won't diminish, I'd wear nothing more than a smile

Without him
I really don't mind
a little bit lonely
he'll make up in time
as long as he loves me
he'll answers his crime
the door stays wide open
i know that he's mine

Charlie keeps singing that chanson
Your words always makes so much sense
And though they're in French, I've got no defense, I know that I'm reaching the end [bad word] keep flying around me
It's you I refuse to believe
He's right from the corner, he knows that I'm home now, and nobody calls me naive

Without him
I really don't mind
a little bit lonely
he'll make up in time
as long as he loves me
he'll answers his crime
the door stays wide open
i know that he's mine