His heart is bleak
And without reason
Five hours later
He leaves the house
He gets going
Leaves without reason
Beckoned by
The horizon
Perhaps love
Perhaps life
The death of the day
Or just boredom
To leave in the night
To go like that
This need
Everyone has that
Larmor-Baden
Guingamp
Outside the black of the plains
And then black inside
He leaves he leaves
Like he had somewhere to go
Leaving there - in the hall
On the sun scatters
The flowers from the ball
In the road is his motor
He gets going
His throttle
The consolation
The guitars play loud
In his cockpit
They are his comfort
Amniotic
He rolls he rolls
Like the tears that flow
Leaving there in the hall
On the sun scatters
The flowers from the ball
To leave in the night
To go like that
This need
This need
Everyone has that
He rolls he rolls
In the wind and the stars
Back there - in the hallway
On the sun scatters
The flowers from the ball