paroles de chanson Honeymoon Suite - Suzanne Vega
The
ceiling
had
a
painting
on
it
In
our
room
in
France
So
we
were
living
underneath
Some
angels
in
a
dance
My
husband
was
not
feeling
well
And
so
we
went
to
bed
He
woke
up
complaining
Of
an
aching
in
his
head
He
said
a
hundred
people
Had
come
through
our
room
that
night
That
one
by
one
the
old
and
young
Asked
if
he
was
all
right
One
by
one
the
old
and
young
Lined
up
to
touch
his
hand
He
spent
the
night
explaining
They
had
come
to
the
wrong
man
The
concierge
was
less
than
helpful
When
we
asked
her
the
next
day
With
coffee
and
a
magazine
We
went
to
the
desk
to
pay
"What
happened
in
that
room?"
he
asked
"A
death
or
something
strange?"
She
smiled
at
him
politely
And
returned
to
him
his
change
Well,
what
I'd
like
to
know
And
this
will
be
a
mystery,
Is
with
all
the
people
in
that
room
Why
none
appeared
to
me?
When
we
sleep
so
close
together
that
Our
hair
becomes
entwined
I
must
have
missed
that
moment
In
the
gateway
to
his
mind
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.