With time ...
With time, they go away, everything goes away
We forget the face and we forget the voice
When the heart beat stops, there's no need to go further
Searching further, let it go and that is very well
With time ...
With time, it goes, everything goes
The other we loved, we searched for in the rain
The other we guessed with a passing glance
Between words, between the lines and under the make-up
On a "disguised" vow, who will "dutifully work nights"
With time everything vanishes
With time ...
With Time,
it goes, all goes away,
Even the coolest souveniers that have us "drop our jaw" at the 99 cent store, we scavenge (Farfouille=turn upside down by searching) in the aisles of death,
On Saturday evening when tenderness goes away all alone, With time...
With time,
it goes, everything goes
The other whom we took for a pain in the neck, for a nothing
The other to whow we gave the boot and jewelry
For one we who would sell our soul for pennies
Behind whom we dragged ourselves along like street dogs
With time, goes, everything goes well
With time ...
With time,
it goes, everything goes
We forget the passions and we forget the voices
Which whispered the words
of the poor people
"Don't return too late,
mostly don't catch a cold."
With time...
With time, it goes, all goes away
And we feel old and grey like a burnt out horse
And we feel frozen in a bed of bad luck
And we feel ourselves all alone, perhaps falsely self-sufficient
And we feel ourselves fooled by the lost years
So really...With time...we don't love any more.