You were crawling 'round my bed, sure i was afraid.

Let them burn, wait in the fire.

lost in your coldness, i couldn't know the rest.

Lié par une rive qui pourtant nous sépare, to live on his own.

Qu'est-ce que c'est "dégueulasse" ?

The sky is gray, the wind is blowing and we almost could hear a whistle through the cold air. I was there, many years ago, sitting on the stairs, listening kinda nostalcoholic music. C'est fini.

Now. What if the future was kinda strange ? Soon, i could say: "I'm through with all that"

dunno if i failed, i'd rather forget, the music is stuck anyway.

Something might change, can change, must change, I wish something had changed.

Entre deux et trois il n'y a d'infini que les étapes successives, les clins d'oeils innombrables et les lames scintillantes. J'entend le ruissellement des âmes minérales aux abords du jardin. Et le prisme se brise et le gris s'électrise.