By the morning we'll have grown back.
We'll meet again, two strangers, start anew.
Is this a good thing, my love?
Do you want to?
I'm loosing again, my friend.
"Tout est devenu flou.
En peu trop fou"
Still can't get rid of my accent.
I did try, for you.
At least that's what i remember.

I have finally hit a dead end.