Whiskey carries me
To the fading afterglow of
Engines spent.

how many bends in all the rivers
how many clouds to fill the sky
idle questions answered never
why do i ask them
know not i

I'm freezing over,
an icy frost,
consumes me,
my mind is lost.

The ice is cold,
and thickens fast.
Memories,
they never last.

Soon the ice will melt inside my mind.
Spring is coming, but not for long,
summer brings fire.

Soon my mind,
will be encased,
in thick ice,
memories erased.

Teeth chatter,
I can't explain,
but the snow soon,
will turn to warm rain.

Soon the ice will melt inside my mind.
Spring is here, but not for long,
summer brings fire.

The ice hasn't melted and spring is here.
Summers fire will soon be coming,
I'm going crazy dear.

The ice still hasn't melted,
and summer is here.
My mind can't make up its mind,
so I live in fear.

Qu' est-ce que c'est, ce bruit                                                                        
Que j'ecoute au millieu de la nuit?                                                        
Ce n'est pas grand, c'est tout petit                                                          
Mais c'est la, dans le jardin                                                                      
Quand je suis sur mon lit                                                                        

Le matin nous levons une grande pierre                                                
Et la, assis sur son derriere
C'est un crapaud, un petit crapaud
C'est lui, la source de notre mystere

Desormais je dormirai content sur mon lit
Je vais dire au crapaut
"Chantes pour nous,
                                    bonne nuit, bonne nuit."