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For many years I've been waiting
Craving for you
Your whispers, the way to the underworld
I'm yearning, my muse

Can you solace the shades feeding on my grief
Would you spoil my blood for high tides
Your breath over my wounds, ascension tonight

I'm standing there, is that you?
I'm standing there, is that you?
I'm so close, but I can't see you,
Is that you?
Hello, are you there?
(Est-ce que c'est toi?)
Hello, are you there?
Hello, are you there?

The Avenger,
Is roaming through the land.
Ready for the clash, for the lasting gash.

Mothers kissing sons,
With a staff in hands.
The bride is shining,
When the groom is gold.

Des armes, des chouettes, des brillantes
Des qu'il faut nettoyer souvent pour le plaisir
Et qu'il faut caresser comme pour le plaisir
L'autre, celui qui fait rêver les communiantes

Des armes bleues comme la terre
Des qu'il faut se garder au chaud au fond de l'âme
Dans les yeux, dans le coeur, dans les bras d'une femme

It’s been a while isn’t it
Where did we lose each other
Is it somewhere between
Your skin, my grief and weakness

Where did we lose each other
It’s strange somehow (illusions feeding memories)

Gravitation Of The Hearts
We often look, through the relics of our reminiscent souvenir, for diffuse sparks of colors and blurred leaks of light that would allow us to revive our faith in the nature of our dreams, lost in between the felted illusions of our irresolute past and darkened by the posthumous shadows of our affective denial. Giving birth to the most treacherous languor that is nostalgia, we quench ourselves to the dregs of this evasion that, unable to make free, has the ability of altering what was… However, it was nothing more than withered memories and irresolute impressions.

As we die from the desire of reliving some moments that were taken away, of seeing once more some faces that disappeared, of taking back words thrown without a warning or whispered half-heartedly, we condemn our vermilion passion to be only wallpapers with soulless and flavorless patterns, where longings are nothing but the eroded desires of stoic emotions, missed opportunities and failed promises.

To these people we secretly loved, to the courage we lacked when time came to tell them, to these mornings we allowed to fade too fast, to these embraces we thought eternal but only were in passing, to the fooleries made into greek tragedies, to this first love we dwell on and play in a loop… what is left, be it numerous regrets, where the gravitation of the hearts, with its sleepless nights and its soul’s vertigo, preferring illusory chimeras over the idea of letting go of this time which, for numerous reasons, does not belong to us anymore, has it never truly did…

Letting go… far from the inextricable utopia wanting that we surrender, renounce, deny or even erase traces of what gave birth to who we are, vapor of time and fragile dust. Letting go, an invitation to live without restraints, where giving up does not mean surrendering, where abandoning does not say abdicating, where kneeling does not intend bringing to heels, nor does living the present mean denying the past, that forgiving a fault implies refuting the sufferings it caused. Once we let go of everything we’ve allowed to rob ourselves, only then can birth the plenitude of living to the fullest. It is then that the exultation of the moment can honestly describe the ceremony and jubilation that is living his own life.

2AM, wide awake, still thinking
She may be back from France
Oh, I missed you, sweet baby
Whispering I'm sorry, I've tried, I really do

Some shadows are simply too hard to fight
I wish you'll understand
I've been up for ever now

I Just Want You To Know
Don’t you wish for wings to fly
To blow yourself away from lies

Tell me, don’t you dream for will to scream
To keep your grief from mournful colors
(your head out of the water)

Well, you’re my friend, (that’s what you told me)
And can you see (what’s inside of me)
Many times we’ve been out drinking
And many times we’ve shared our thoughts
But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got
Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive to live I won’t let go
But can you see its opposition, comes rising up sometimes

Happy New Year, we said trembling,
The devil's back, back here again,
He ripped our flesh dressed as a friend
Don't you see, we're struggling

Fishbowl, casket and golden cage
We're all fighting the best we can
Gambling soul for empty wage

Dressed with invisible pearls and lighted colors
She’s a broken flower in a huge wounded body
Traveling for years to find some place to stay
She loses herself in someone else’s, someone else’s tragedy

Spinning round like the gypsy fallen queen
Schizophrenic shining secretly
(Waiting sometimes)

Streets are filled with lonely ghosts
Millions of flare up in the air
Colors I’ve learned to fear the most
Too beautiful for a stranger

I’ve veiled my eyes a thousand times
Hiding secrets deep down inside
I gave up my soul to change the frame

Moshi, mou kokoro ga nanimo kanjinainda to shitara
Moshi, subete ga daremo hairenai watashitachi no yoake to niwa wo oou, kareta iro dake datta to shitara…
Itsuka mezame wo koete watashitachi wo hakonda, kono hakanai muku ni wa nani ga nokoru darōka
Dōdō to yume mita yoru kara umareta, kitaru utsukushisa ni kaotta asa ni wa…
Soshite moshi utagai ya ii you no nai kanashimi ni yotte, hibi no kage dake wo miru you mizukara wo tōzaketara
Watashitachi wa hoka no dareka no fukou ni nari wa shinai darōka
Shinrai no fuzai ya jibōjiki ni te, osanai koro kara mochitsuzuketa shinnen wo muda ni shi
Yagate kokoro ga susami, otona ni naru koto wo erabu

Between suicide and all your dirty lies
Are you looking sad for girls
Are you looking bad for sympathy

It’s getting hard to say open your eyes
Needles haven’t fixed anything
It’s getting hard to say open your eyes

No chance for my fragile appetite
To be fed by any special ambition
When dreams are broken and fading away
Nobody's there in hopeless night
Cause we're sleeping alone

So we're the wasted kids
The faithless virgins

The Messenger is standing at,
Standing at the gate.
Ready to let go,
Ready for the crush.
The Messenger.

Too late for whispers,
Too late for the blush.

Dawn’s still fighting to feed the crowd
A thousand lights, for million souls
The town is burning and kids are proud
Another dream has spilled the coals

Night’s still floating to breed the spark
A thousand lies, for million souls
The town is kneeling and future’s dark

Music seems to be the most immediate of all the arts
Music possesses us
Music comes onto the people on a subconscious level
It's like an earthquake
We don't wanna be responsible, we're irrational
We're irrational and crazy
Music has a way of transforming, a way to heal
And it cracked open a whole new generation of freaks

He called me late last night,
Saying he found something or someone
It wasn’t clear, or maybe I wasn’t totally awake
I wish I’ve been
The lights are flowing down
The lights are flowing down
Right down over the edge
Right down over the edge

It's been a while isn't it
Where did we lose each other
Is it somewhere between
Your skin, my grief and weakness

Where did we lose each other
It's strange somehow (illusions feeding memories)

I would have loved to be somebody else
(would you believe, would you believe)
I’ve cut myself and prayed for death
(would you believe, would you believe)
This is unreal, I realize, we’re too young for regrets
(would you believe, would you believe)
I gave it up, I gave it up, hard to deny