Corbeau

And two by two, without counting our dead,
That we leave behind faded sketches, career secrets
And three by three, in our breathless hearts,
Shakes form, we'll think later, but dreaming is a must

And I don't know what to think anymore, it's tough to be as free as you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, dress yourself.

And two by two, we swallow our words.
It's hard to forget what we know and what permeates our skins.
And three by three, our hearts in the game.
We play with knives and can share the same bed.

And I don't know what to think anymore, it's tough to be as free as you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, dress yourself.

And I don't know what to think anymore, it's tough to be as free as you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, dress yourself.

And two by two, we swallow our words.
It's hard to forget what we've known, what has permeated our skins.
And three by three, our hearts in the game.
We play with knives and can share the same bed.