I miss those days when I'd look aroun,d
And see memories of you scattered through the house,
Books that you love on a shelf with your notes,
The smell of a dinner that's worth a toast.

You're working late, no, it's not your fault,
They asked you to move, then said you had to go,
It's for the best and it's not forever,
We thought it would change our lives, weren't we clever?

This time of year makes me wish you were,
This love I feel, babe, I need you here.

This holiday, I sit here alone, waiting to chat one more time on the phone,
I miss your touch and your smell, your words,
Won't you come home, even if for the worst?

Then what do I hear?
A knock on the door,
Is this everything I've been asking for?

This time of year, I'm so happy that you're,
This love I feel, babe, I need you here.

Descente Douce
Douce est la nuit
Quand la lune danse
Sur les toits

Douce est la nuit
Quand la foule danse
Sous la pluie

Là où le bleu

De la mer

Est sans limite

Peu à peu

Nos yeux

Se teintent

Aussi de bleu

Douce est la nuit...
Douce est la nuit
Quand la foule danse
Sur les toits

Douce est la nuit
Quand la foule joue
Avec le feu

Douce est la nuit...