Poppy Gene Tierney - Etienne Daho

Swimming, swimming, swimming

Looking for your ship, swimming

Ellen, Laura, Poppy

Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY

Other side of the word

Walking, walking, walking

Looking for your smile, walking

Ellen, Laura, Poppy

Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY

And the screen filled with cold blue eyes

Where you take everything that’s yours

From icy deserts to frozen palaces

From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell

Never do I tire of your travel

And then you close your lovely blue eyes

I think of other places and skies

And then you close your lovely blue eyes

And your cold blue eyes

On the screen, there’re your cold blue eyes, cold blue eyes

Ellen, Laura, Poppy, Laura Poppy Gene TIERNEY

And the screen filled with cold blue eyes

And the screen with cold red lips

From icy deserts to frozen palaces

From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell

Never do I tire of your travel

And then you close your lovely blue eyes

I’m in love, I’m in love with Gene TIERNEY’s eye.