At the end of a little godforsaken hallway
Spotlight in the smoke
Shaken by sour machines
To better liberate themselves from all their thoughts
At the end of a little grey hallway
Swimming in these articulated contours
Carried by a fast rhythm
To better see each other laugh and dance
At the end of a little godforsaken hallway
Spotlight in the smoke
Swimming in these particular contours
To forgive each other at last
To forgive each other at last