Painful eyes
Not made for painting
Raise a fever on my face

I have reached
The fatal hour
The fluttering of the pace

I hope I'll be somewhere pretty
To go back to the stars
For company, do not worry
It's more crowded there than where we are

Once I was
A breathing tree
I lived through foreign ages

I will grow
Again on this field
Wild as undying ices

I'll show you my room
Dark as a cave in which you are safe
In which we will bloom

It's a metaphor of me
And there's no one usually
To breathe me in

You will come to me
When you don't need to
When you just want it to be

And the places we're bound to are waiting
For the pieces of ourselves we'll be leaving
Everywhere we go

I've been sleepwalking
For my own sake
It's part of a scheme
To make the world end
An insidious scheme
I don't quite understand

I've been talking to strangers
They know their place in time
I just follow hints
And hope for a long night
Fall into my footprints
It'll be quite a sight

Once we reach the summit
Over the valley and beyond
From then on it won't be long
Before we see the whole world split

I've been known to roam around
They won't tell me why
All your efforts unnoticed
Have left me feeling unalive
I'll save you all by accident
An accident I won't survive

Once we reach the end of it
On a great hill looking down
I'll turn our meanings upside down
Until another sun is lit
Until the green dawn over mirror hill

Becca out of nowhere
Lying on the kitchen floor
Because she wants to
And no one can see her anymore

Becca in her sleep
Dreaming of bureaucracy
And icebergs faraway screaming
In their immensity

Becca cannot speak
She's not used to it anymore
And if she could she'd only talk
Of time and dinosaurs

Becca at the movies
Has been watching for too long
Now she can't remember
Her own face for theirs are too strong

Lady becky in the night
Speaking out her private visions
I have lived a thousand lives
All in the comfort of my room
Exploring soul in my capsule
Through the sole window seeing stones
Shining in the sky years ago
I am me only when alone

Roaming round the hallways looking surreal
With your vampire face and ice-cold gleam
When your sensitive skin feeds your will to live
The spleen follows you home

Blame it on them for your childish ways
Your taste for gloom and frantic chase
She came to you for your heydays
Told you there is more to come

I wonder if she keeps a little garden
With weeds and a fairytown
She'll ask you to lay her body down
Once alive and once underground

He says «I was so clean when I felt dead
Real life is dirt, I needed stains
Please run with me the day will pass
You'll be my first and I'll be your last»

Come on laughing in waves the children of war
Broke into a room and slept on the floor
Her head on your chest, she felt your heart twitch
We're all the same age, oh but which?

Take your aching head to the countryside
To be reminded that the world is wide
And neverending for you shiny maniac
I'm not scared of dying, I'm afraid I'll come back

Once there was a song to a siren and the ocean was in it
The notes were water and the waves moved obscure
Those who heard it shivered because of the wind
That weaved around the words and was breathed to the sea

The sound was left for the years to dissolve
And in cities full of air there were strange relations
To the colliding two it was ache and fire
Through the streets it followed and nested in a cove

The looming demise has long since been reached
Sounds remain out of time in a mystical land
In every childhood story with a prince by the sea
Shuts his eyes and enters a dream

He follows as he goes he is saddened and pure
For his love is answered in such a strange voice
The hands that he seeks belong to her off shore
For a touch on his chest bruises his core

I am a bug, I'm just an example
Of what the new millenium still cannot hold
My purpose is of no importance
As long as I can find a home

Nocturnal scenes have been reaching out to me
To stay and keep the day away
But I have trouble staying awake
It's a transition I don't want to see

I am a running wind on the side of the road
Where I have never run before
I cannot see much more from where I stand
Because I don't stand still anymore