Put your faith in me my friends. That one day I'll find a way. To give all the things that you've given to me back. . Well, put your foot down my brother.
I'm made up of instincts. None of which are too keen. But I get by with these high cheek bones. Little faith in people for a higher being. . I'm a man with desires.
I've a picture of you, a Parisian street. Early morning, late spring. I know what you were thinking. . You were taking a break from life. You were traveling light.