It's not hell,
It's not death,
It's not winter,
It's not dawn
It's not the morning,
It's not fall,
It's not someone,
Not even no one
It's not my eyes,
It's not the mist,
It's not the fire,
It's not that there's smoke
It's not the drinks
I didn't drink,
It's not like
Drinking the sea either1
It's just me, there, without your body [x2]
Again,
Again
It's not the silence,
It's not the sorrow,
It's not the absence,
It's not what bothers me
It's not your messages
That I never get,
Even though I'm a good boy
Who didn't do anything wrong
It's not my skin,
It's not that it's itching,
It's your words,
It's not that I consider
Giving everything up
And getting fucked up,
It's not the past
That I'm letting happen
It's just me, there, without your body [x2]
Again,
Again
It's not the rain,
It's not the cold,
It's not boredom,
It's not fear
It's not that I'm crying,
It's not that I'm ashamed,
It's not that I'm afraid,
It's not that I'm counting
It's not the others,
It's not your make-up,
It's not my fault
If I'm coming too late
It's not the end
Of my fucking world,
It's not sadness,
There, that floods me
It's just me, there, without your body [x2]
Again
1. French idiom meaning 'It's not impossible', 'It's not asking that much'.