Is your breakfast treating you right? Is your coffee sugared fine? Oh well, you told me you would sink in it sometimes Is the sun burning your skin The skin you're in sous la pluie Oh, would a french poet admire me while I sing? Oh and I'll wear your forehead kisses as a crown Oh and I'll think of them when I am feeling down There's a virtue in slowness which we have lost You drink half and throw half away And that's a way to be positive but I'm stuck In the wrong half I seem to stay The words you're breathing in À demain, oui, merci Oh which one of those famous poets will I be? There's a virtue in slowness which we have lost You drink half and throw half away And that's a way to be positive but I'm stuck In the wrong half I seem to stay