massif centrale
frank black
i've no number if you want to call
there's an ivy crawling on my gate
sleep in gardens where i play my lute
now the clock is stopping faithfully
i thought i'd take a chance
and forget about the states
to the hills of central france
and so i left the world below
and into the rocks i climbed
and now i'm living in the cold
but i'm looking for the sign
and i've seen you at the movies
and i've seen you at the store
and if i stare a little more
that's because you move me
and i can see it in your eyes
and i can hear it when you talk
darling when i see you walk
it sure is cold here in the summer
and i haven't got a number
but the sky is very bright
and the sun is very clear
i can smell it in the wind
'cause i guess that it's the time
and i saw the way you grinned
you were giving me the sign