I've Seen That Face Before (Libertango)

Strange, I've seen that face before,

Seen him hanging 'round my door.

Like a hawk stealing for the prey,

Like the night waiting for the day.

Strange, he shadows me back home,

Footsteps echo on the stone.

Rainy nights and hustling boulevards,

Parisian music tripping from the bars.

Tu cherches quoi?

Rencontrer la mort?

Tu te prends pour qui

Toi aussi tu detestes la vie.

Dancing by the restaurants,

Home with anyone you want.

Strange, he's standing there below,

Staring eyes thrill me to the bone.

Dans sa chambre

Joelle et sa valise.

Elle regarde ses fringues

Sur les murs des photos

Sans regret, sans melo.

La porte est claquèe,

Joelle est barrée