Three letters
For the stars to sweat
For the night to offer us its prettiest smile
Three letters
For one last trip
The one that doesn't end or else
They have gun powder in the corners of the mouth
It's like a fish in the water who has gown downhill*
Often the joker of the king
Becomes the queen's lover
Tonight we come to ignite ouselves
The heart the body and the sky
Good good good good
Good the day quarantine
I saw the groud break under our steps
But the sky catches up with us every time
The word belongs to the autodidacte ones
The sound and the image crack
Stillborn my ego
Gave me a child in my back
I spent too much time in somebody else's skin
I nerver kept the energy for the way back
We make a stage on the planet I don't hold back anymore
I have space in my heart for those who missed class
Every night I compted the nights
In order not to count the night
I saw the groud break under our steps
But the sky catches up with us every time
The word belongs to the autodidacte ones
The sound and the image crack
I saw the groud break under our steps
But the sky catches up with us every time
The word belongs to the autodidacte ones
The sound and the image crack
I saw the groud break under our steps
But the sky catches up with us every time
The word belongs to the autodidacte ones
The sound and the image crack