Celtis Carr
french cafe
In a French cafe, under the moonlight
Feel like Iâm living in a Truffaut film
In a French cafe, under the moonlight
And I canât walk away again
I spent a year or three or four astray
But it still feels like yesterday
How do you know when youâve done the right thing
Can you feel, with a heart of steel
For all the miles that Iâve crawled this year
I never expected to see you quite so clear
Spent too many nights making my home at the bar
But here we are
Still got that feeling, I swear itâll never end
Dragging me down, down, down
Itâs like a scene in a magazine
Like a postcard from a town