A night in Paris A week in Belgium Our last kiss in Greece Till that time it felt like love
You wouldn't know my name until the morning You smiled when you said it You want me to kiss you but I won't You become frustrated with how rashly I take some things and wait for others You grow restless I look up from my book and tell you "The banker thinks that wants a bussines, the Christian of sin, the girl of our love" You said "it's cheating to speak from books." "Didn't I have any words of you own" you ask. I kiss you, You say "Come to Belgium"
I kiss you again. --- All you left was a note You sound reckless as if it's an insult. You scribble with fury at my indifference
You leave me with the thought you may never finish I feel like I've known you many lives and not at all. "Je t'aime"
French lessons for an English boy.
Video by Daniël Guevera Directed by x Models Music by Pink Sock Voice by Otto Liepzig For Feminist Cowboy