Sebastien Lefebvre

It was a Sunday afternoon
Waiting around
Under the awning as it rained
Looking to drowned
But life goes on and on
And it goes on and on
Until I noticed you had left
Next to the stories
I could hear footsteps in the streets
They were not yours
But life goes on and on
And it goes on and on
Up and down cobble roads in town
I walked alone
Seeing your face from time to time
Hurts to my bones
But life goes on and on
And it goes on and on