soudain la durée se déploie
ces chemins en moi
ces pas dans la tête
ces murailles dans le souffle
ces mots qui m'écoutent
ce dérapage des instants
ces sentiers sous la langue
ces mots qui me regardent
ces routes parcourues de poussière
ce déplacement de brouillards
ce battement du noir sur le noir
ces mots qui s'en vont
the first verse has some sort of divinity in it
innit?
followed by blah
induced by education
influenced by footsie
screwed by governments
you never get the bike you want
spider-man is a man in a costume
your best mate takes your girlfriend to the prom
you blink
you water the roses
your parents and your wife
hate you
you have been adopted and divorced
without having a say
you loose your keys
the global warming ain't warm enough
to keep the numbness away
feed the meter
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