When love is new it is kind
Showing sympathy for the blind
Who come stumbling with a mind to fall

But love grows old and gets cruel
No more patience left for two fools
Who are left to play by the rules of war

Chercher Chercher Chercher
Chercher la petite bête
Chercher Chercher Chercher
I will find fault with you yet
Though there’s so much to say
Can’t we just forgive and regret?
Chercher Chercher
We’ll find a way
To lay the blame complet

Memories are like scars
Wounds we got tumbling down from the stars
Nothing stays up in the air that long

Like Icarus melting his wings
We come crashing down into things
Watching helplessly as our dreams sail on

Chercher Chercher Chercher
Chercher la petite bête
Chercher Chercher Chercher
This is our chansonette
We don’t deal the cards we play
But you were my best bet yet
Live and let live
Withdraw the shiv
Chercher Chercher
My pet

Chercher Chercher
Farewell and touché
Tu est mon grand regret

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