Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou You do the things you do Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou Entrust to tell the truth Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou You do the things you do Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou No need to head or prove
At the bottom, trying to find out the soul Even sinking out the corners to make room for the door Enough tears on the puzzle, time to clear off the floor There are others in the timeline you don't already know So -
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou You do the things you do Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou Entrust to tell the truth Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou You do the things you do Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou No need to head or prove
Leave the battle lines If you feel no night Leave it all behind It'll be alright Leave the battle lines If you feel no night Keep it in your sights
Who we are, people and moments, rolled into vision - As best as we can.
Oh no, it's not too late From the cut cold apathetic state To the curious, the saving grace To the treasures in the pass of fate How calm the future waits Living cues of will and what to chase With a bank of memories in safe To disregard or recreate