Musique d'un soir

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang around
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up all the time I'm falling down

But right now everything is turning blue
And right now the sun is trying to kill the moon
And right now I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom
Where no one lives

Freedom
Run away tonight
Freedom
Run away
Run away tonight