Nouvelle Vague
Just call it truth twenty-four
times a second.
Don't call it art, call it life
as seen in the purest black and white.
Cast a spell on me
while sitting on this chair,
sitting on this chair.
Wake me up by kissing my lips.
It's romantic, isn't it?
Let's call Delerue.
Twenty-four shots,
your gun loaded with love and death,
twenty-four dreams
sculpted in my memory.
Cast a spell on me.
while sitting on this chair,
sitting on this chair.
Wake me up by kissing my lips.
It's romantic, isn't it?
Let's call Delerue.
Cast a spell on me.
It's romantic, isn't it?
Wake up, Delerue!
