Nuit 17 à 52 [English translation]

Night 52 was the cruelest of those nights

Would have been easier to just pick a fight

Would have been easier to just pick a fight

Hey yeah

White

And then suddenly a hint of blood, a shout

You were turning down your face, I held you tight

You were turning down your face, I held you tight (hey yeah, ooh)

I want it open

So cut it open

Cut it open so you could see through it

And now I'm lace-like

Now I'm lace-like

Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through

I try

Not to live with all the numbers you shed

But I fail

Again

Cause 52's stuck in my head

One

On the 23rd of them we lived as one

We were winded but nothing had come undone

We were winded but nothing had come undone (hey yeah)

From

Forty one, I can only recall your palms

It was you who said "no mercy for bygones"

It was you who said "no mercy for bygones"

(hey yeah, ooh)

I want it open

So cut it open

Cut it open so you could see through me

And now I'm lace-like

Now I'm lace-like

Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through

I try

Not to live with all the numbers you shed

But I fail

Again

Cause 52's stuck in my head

I try

Not to live with all the numbers you shed

But I fail

Again

Cause 52's stuck in my head