Morgane Imbeaud - Seven Lives

Don't call me now
I've got seven lives to live
You'll be in the last one
Let me finish this year

I'm getting old
I won't tell you
Sorry if I can't cross the street
Before the end of the year

I want to make it
I'll follow you
Allow me to do it
I follow you

Can we go back
Can we go back, we're too close to the night
Can we go back
And take the time to say goodbye
Before entering the night

The cobblestone
Under the coffee table
Shelter a part of me
The one I need

I'm getting old
I won't tell you
Sorry I cannot cross the street
Sorry I cannot cross

I wanted to make it
But I followed you
Allow me to do it
I'll follow you

Come to me, there is no place
For us to stay like the other day
I know