French films of your youth

one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling through the summer heat gliding in the seaside breeze down in the deep dead blue to yearn, to be strangely stranded among the widowed twin tides in your sleepy demeanour still craving your only true friends white menthol cigarettes and the angels of the abyss so follow me in my steps my unfaithful dreamer together we’ll disappear in the groves between the floorboards