Dans La Peau ("In the Skin") plunges us into the hazy minutes just after sunrise, when dreams have barely lifted and reality still feels soft at the edges. Camélia Jordana, one of France's most captivating voices, sings of a love so deep it lives in her eyes, her thoughts and finally under her skin. Fluttering eyelashes, quiet streets and lingering moonlight become playful accomplices as she teases her lover’s moods, making them forget even "the names of flowers."
The chorus stretches time itself: while dreams pass, your gaze rocks my sorrows, and the hours lounge about. This gentle loop mirrors the way an all-consuming affection spins in our minds, over and over. By cataloguing everyday scenes—twilight, strangers, cobblestones—and weaving them with memories of kisses, the singer shows how love saturates every detail of life. The result is an intimate, comforting portrait of obsession, celebrating the sweet ache of carrying someone with you in every heartbeat from dawn until the day’s last sigh.