Taking refuge on the couch
Agitated by our ways
Something happened, a strange sensation
A premonition
I had to stop making love
At that moment
I went in search of a coat
I lit a cigarette, and there I saw it
A missile in my closet, my closet
A model to put together
But never to disarm
I looked at you sadly
There is no more time to waste
It was there
A missile in my closet, my closet
A model to assemble
But never to disarm
Here too
Or you thought I was far away
Also
Or you thought you were far away