Silk on my skin, ash on my tongue, we toast to broken things with champagne numb. You say "I love you" between drink and drink, and I don’t know if it’s real or just the sink. The night in this city smells expensive, of promises that go missing. You dance with me but your eyes roam, looking for your ghost in someone’s home. And I just let go... into the... C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, WE’RE DANCING ON RUINS. C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, SILK AND ASH IN THE ROOM. WE SHINE, WE BURN, WE SMILE, WE SAY NOTHING... C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, C’EST LA VIE. You bought me plastic flowers, "they last longer," you said, like us. And you were right, my love, the fake things never turn to dust. You take me to saints’ hotels, and we pray vertical ‘til we cry. In the morning you leave a bill, and I buy silence on the side. And I let myself be bought... by a... C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, WE’RE DANCING ON RUINS. C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, SILK AND ASH IN THE ROOM. WE SHINE, WE BURN, WE SMILE, WE SAY NOTHING... C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, C’EST LA VIE. And if you see me one day, alone at the Ritz bar... don’t come. Leave me with my ghost... he dances better than you. C’EST LA VIE, MON AMOUR, WE DANCE... WE SHINE, WE BURN... C’EST LA VIE...
