We all have a Souchon song that sticks with us,
An old polo-neck that annoys us
A back-to-school, a smell of a pencil case
In our memories, we all have
All these things that last and stay
An old Saint-Etienne poster
Words that destroyed us,
Some "I think we're better off as just friends"
All these stones which we pull ourselves up on to
And which make a building out of us
We all have, at the back of our minds
All these fundamental things
All these stones sown in the past
Which push us and make us grow
Hidden there, at the back of our minds
They are the fundamental things
We all have a good smell of apple tart
A great song in autumn
An old corridor that scares us
In our memories, we all have
A girlfriend in secondary school
First names that suddenly come back
Looking at old school photos
What lifted us up raises us
All these stones which we pull ourselves up on to
And which make a building out of us
We all have, at the back of our minds
All these fundamental things
All these stones sown in the past
Which push us and make us grow
Hidden there, at the back of our minds
They are the fundamental things
If one day I get in an argument
Or I get lost, disoriented
I'll sound out that string (guitar)
The note on which I grew
All these stones which we pull ourselves up on to
And which make a building out of us
We all have, at the back of our minds
All these fundamental things
All these stones sown in the past
Which push us and make us grow
Hidden there, at the back of our minds
They are the fundamental things
We all have these fundamental things