It was seventeen – oh – two and life in France was growing rather dull
How easily my heart jumped for you, when you said hello in Sainte Chapelle
I ran home to my mom, all out of breath, sweat running down my arms.
She asked, “son, what’s wrong?” and I said “mom, you won’t believe it,
But I’ve found the girl that I wanna fall in love with.
I just haven’t done it yet.
That summer was a mess of love notes written - most trashed, some were sent
I tried to impress your mother with my manners, and my wit.
We’d have short talks in your back yard, under the gaze of your over-protective dad
He pulled me aside and asked, “is this a game?”
And I said “it’s not”
I know I wanna ask her to marry me soon.
I just haven’t done it yet.
We were married in the fall. We went up to the coast to be alone.
We talked of how we both used to long, to set out on the waves and see the world
But we were still just simple Paris kids, no money, so we couldn’t travel far
But it was carried off by the tides, cause we were happy in each other’s arms
And as I looked in your eyes I said,
“I’m gonna see all I need to see by spending my life with you
I just haven’t done it yet.”
That was all eleven years ago, The only memory still clear’s your face
My friends tell me “you shouldn’t live alone” Go find someone, and get out of this place.
I see them with their kids and their loves, it hurts my soul to watch them smile
They’re saying it’s okay to move on, and I probably will.
I’ll probably move on, find joy, and fall in love again.
I’ll come to terms with the fact that you’re gone.
I just haven’t done it yet.
A new record from Sondre Lerche is packed full of big hooks, bigger feelings, and twinkly instrumentation more minimalist than baroque. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2020