Blue from Atlantic by Nicolas Mollin

The seamstress and the ironmonger
It’s been so long that I got to know
Every corner on the avenue

At dusk I can’t keep my eyes open
Glowing wind blows from the desert
We’d love to leave without further ado

Beyond the border, the bush is burning
Ashes taint the hull in grey
Smoke is thick, red light keeps breaking through

Muezzin calls at 5 past 9
The police sirens moan and whine
Our ride is always ready « tomorrow »


It’s about time to hit the waves, I’ll come for you
Out of my mind, you popped up right out of the blue
Blurry outline, our bodies mix, I’m coming through
One day romance, you disappeared out in the blue

Barbaros looks from his castle
A swimming pool of plastic bags
It feels like someone put a spell on you

How long till we set the sails ?
Copper dust tingles my skin
And every night seems like a deja vu

It’s about time to hit the waves, I’ll come for you
Out of my mind, you popped up right out of the blue
Blurry outline, our bodies mix, I’m coming through
One day romance, you disappeared out in the blue

• Alternative
• dream pop
• pop
• Annecy