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Syndrome immuno deficitaire acquis Syndrome immuno deficitaire acquis Syndrome immuno deficitaire acquis Syndrome immuno deficitaire acquis Je suis
Who?s brave, my friends or me? They are leaving while I stay here, when I dream they try to escape from my dream temple, now, who?s brave? Is
Now I'm high in the city Feel the evening air The crowds in the city Compete for a share It's all so busy, a complete affair Down here... As I
Spectators line the avenue The players step out right on cue And every night just seems the same Nameless faces play their game The midnight gamblers
It's good to see you after all this time it's good to know that you are doing fine but I can't help but notice in a bar on Friday night there is something
Now I believe that what I used to think was a lie Is really alive Now I can see there?s only one place to reach Only one thing to preach and that?s
Graduated fool, that is what I am for every time I failed you you're so beautiful, I just turned and walked away I jingle with words, tengle my tongue
They say that sometimes you've got to pick up arms and fight for what you believe is right some say that's just not the way you will only make things
You tell me that you need to spend sometime alone you tell me that you think it's best if i'd go home now I get my coat from off the floor, I'm out the
Here, if it's any consolation, take mine no, no need for explanations, it's alright with me it would only be redundant, see if you only try to keep it
I've got time to think about the things you think about when you've got time to spare wonder why we're here I wonder when or where it might go wrong
I am looking for answers to questions never posed I haven't god a clue, I'm living like a ghost Can't seem to read the signs I'm swimming in the sand