plaisir-ecrire

We're sleeping in a hotel room
Because we want to prove
That love isn't in the gloom,
So you can probably be smooth.

Could you give me some advice
To be with you forever?
Sometimes we love to be in vice
And now let's make a prayer.

When our car left the car-park,
I would like to come back there,
Yet your eyes shine thanks to a spark.

I want to promise I'll be there,
Yet when my emotions stay,
We are always obliged to pray.