Time has a bitter taste
Once lost in one
Too many days
So much memory is erased
One hour asleep and a minute ablaze
Laying drunk in knowlege lost
Making diaries out of ash
For the thoughts that our dreams exhaust
Living forever in a flash
Instantly remembering
Today's last night
Greeting and numbering
Each second
Until the light
"À celui dont les heures sont comptées on s'adresse avec éthique et tact"