C'est le malaise du moment,. L'épidémie qui s'étend,. La fête est finie, on descend,. Les pensées qui glacent la raison.. . Paupières baissées, visages gris,.
C'est le malaise du moment. L'épidémie qui s'étend. La fête est finie on descend. Les pensées qui glaces la raison. Paupières baissées, visage gris. Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit.
It's that disease of the age. It's that disease that we crave. Alone at the end of the race. We catch the last bus home. . Corporate America wakes. Coffee republic in case.
Beauty lies inside the eye. Of another youthful dream. That doesn't sell its soul for self-esteem. That's not plasticine. . Beauty lies inside desire.
I'm careful not to fall. i have to climb your wall. 'cause you're the one. who makes me feel much taller than you are. . i'm just a peeping tom. on my own for far too long.