Âme en dentelle [English translation]

Everything is so close and so far

Less confused, more serene.

Now if I feel your hand brushing mine

my body remembers and forgets still,

when you brush me, I'm not myself anymore.

My flesh awakes from its slumber.

If I am your stowaway,

you are my shadow, my saint.

Oh, you won't come back.

My soul is in tatters,

you patched the damage I did1

with shoestrings.

You wander in my notebooks,

you float behind my back,

you are my envoy,

my alter-ego

....

Everything is so cold and endless,

who knows what holds me back.

I often think of our skins touching,

the savage and beautiful things that brings inside me.

Oh, you won't come back.

My soul is in tatters,

you patched the damage I did

with shoestrings.

You wander in my notebooks,

you float behind my back,

you are my envoy,

my alter-ego

....

I often think of our skins touching,

the savage and beautiful things that brings inside me.

If I am your stowaway,

you are my shadow, my saint.

If I bear your ghost,

you feed my syndrom.

Oh, you won't come back.

My soul is in tatters,

you patched the damage I did

with shoestrings.

You wander in my notebooks,

you float behind my back,

you are my envoy,

my alter-ego

....

1. that's a rather good pun on "réparer" (fix) and "se séparer", which would read as "you broke up with me"