Ève was in the walls She was in your glass She was all wrapped up into my A string Ève got mixed into the grain And painted into the night She got herself forgotten Into everything Ève was in the pavement She was on the tip of the pin She was written into a song That we did or did not sing Hey, celle-là N'est pas pour toi C'est une chanson pour Ève. Ève was in the streets Where all our hearts met She was walking to the rhythm Of it all Ève was in the blast When the fireworks went She was dropping to the ground In a sky fall Ève was on a bar stool She was talking loud I can still hear her laughing And it's last call Without a doubt The hardest part is reaching out And trying to find What it is that she left behind