So take the medicines to quench the pain we have and walk until the end, until you've reached the sand a hundred thousand wings, soaring through the sky at intense speeds, we can't catch with our eyes you hear the sounds of a third carried out just wait you hesitate
My head is droped of this universe
Je suis à la dérive. Tel bouteille à la mer. J'entend les sirènes. Cette fois, ce n'est pas celles de voiture de polices. Adieu. Ou plutot, à demain.
Hey darling, I hope you're good tonight And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving Yeah, I want it but no, I don't need it Tell me something sweet to get me by 'Cause I can't come back home 'til they're singin'
If you can wait 'til I get home Then I swear to you that we can make this last If you can wait 'til I get home Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past It might be for the best