Free Forty-Seven Views French Theatrical Lounge Pop Song

Song Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I smear butter on a view of Sacré-Cœur
My thumb is black with cheap blue fountain ink
The waiter sweeps the crumbs off my table
He thinks I write to my mother
Or a landlord back in Brooklyn
I tell you the rain smells like wet wool
I tell you I bought a yellow scarf
I do not sign my name

[Chorus]
And another postcard drops into the dark
Right beside forty-six identical views
Heavy at the bottom of my satchel
Unstamped
Unsent
Safe inside the leather
(Safe inside the leather)
Where you can never answer back

[Verse 2]
A postage stamp costs two Euros fifty
That is half a glass of house red wine
I calculate the debt of my devotion
It is cheaper to hoard them in the dark
I wrote today about a three-legged dog
Outside the bakery on Rue de Rivoli
I said he looked like your brother
I lied about forgiving you

[Chorus]
And another postcard drops into the dark
Right beside forty-seven identical views
Heavy at the bottom of my satchel
Unstamped
Unsent
Safe inside the leather
(Safe inside the leather)
Where you can never answer back

[Bridge]
I could walk to the yellow box on the corner
I could lick the paper square
Let the French postal service break your heart
(Break your heart)
Instead I zip the brass tooth tight
I carry your memory like lead
A heavy useless paperweight

[Outro]
Tomorrow I will buy Notre-Dame
(Notre-Dame)
And write you about the pigeons
Unstamped
Still here
(Still sitting here)