Lately I've been searching, searching for answers. I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians. With a cold feet, black coat full of arms outstretched and a leading voice.
Talk to me friend, talk to me, talk to me. I am listening to the advice. Slowly, slowly, please, slowly,. We have a lot of time. Sometimes i would wish you were I.
(He chants). . If I held my breath on you,. I will die a thousand times. And if chewing was to show you how much I cared. I would have probably be wearing dentures by now.
Now as i sit on the back of this grey caravan. Tomorrow i will probably be. Jumping Parisian metro barriers with a bottle in his hand. . Sparkling sparkling water mixed with peaches and rhum.
I am alone in a box of stone. When all is said and done. As the wind blows to the east from the west. Unto this bed, my tears have their solemn rest. .