Elementary like a kiss in a fable.
Elementary like sleep on a Sunday.
Elementary like a free swing.
Elementary like a ball that rolls.
A man is sitting with a shadow by his side.
He is watching the entrance of this labyrinth.
He's got the future pursuing him.
The past is there ahead
but he, he stays there
with his head on the wheel
and one foot on the breaks.
At the junction between nothingness
and one less life.
But a light hand
sweetly grazes his face.
And suddenly, everything is
Elementary like a kiss in a fable.
Elementary like sleep on a Sunday.
Elementary like a free swing.
Elementary like a ball that rolls.
A man walks along a precipice,
he seems indifferent and doesn't look down
with that feeling
of being immortal,
of someone who's lost everything.
Then he sees that room
at the end of the hallway.
The one where everything darkens
when you enter.
Then he holds the doorknob.
He breathes, closes his eyes.
He opens the door and everything is there.
Elementary like a kiss in a fable.
Elementary like sleep on a Sunday.
Elementary like a free swing.
Elementary like a ball that rolls.