source: Philippe De Jonckheere is still the night is coming black repaint the walls that we wanted white
is still nothing that suspends the hope for a tomorrow that we wanted singing
We would have liked to undo our chains or learn to fly
We would gladly do what he had to relearn to dream
We would have shot this shyness that leads us to hide
We could put in the closet this illusory hope that we chained
You never understand how it all walk
It claimed thousands of terminals and one walks
We stop at a station but it was decommissioned
You are told that the bus no longer goes by, it's been years
You are told it is good to dream but not too
What if you fall from high
But they will say that anyway
We already have the back ground
So no matter if Now, we must kill
We understand that here, do not steal
So it matters little now there are no more season
Tilou, February 22, 2007: '(
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