L'Envie D'Écrire

My eyes quietly draw the scream
Of my buried angers underground
I lock the door, I haven't seen anything go by
Neither the shadow of my past nor the excess of the past
My silence overflows onto my disordered silhouette
And loudly reveals what I've put in the safe
It speaks of my childhood, it tells of my heart in a trance
It betrayed my trust and delivers my final dance

That we have the desire to write
The desire to tell you everything
I remain silent
I empty my hands
That we have the desire to write
The desire to tell me everything
I wander in the city
I hurry and dodge
That we have the desire to write
The desire to tell them everything
I promise the future a lasting present
That we have the desire to write
Yes, the desire to tell everything
My heart is exhausted, the ink has flowed

When my heart falls asleep, I hear outside
The wind calling me again between two other dead leaves
I wake up in the cold of my memories of yesteryear
I whisper softly that everything is fine, don't worry
The red in the distance, this nothing, it's not my extinguished gaze
It's a random color in the dark night
It's not the story I know, of which I keep the slightest facts
That now asks me to release the dying fruit

That we have the desire to write
The desire to tell you everything
I remain silent
I empty my hands
That we have the desire to write
The desire to tell me everything
I wander in the city
I hurry and dodge
That we have the desire to write
The desire to tell them everything
I promise the future a lasting present
That we have the desire to write
Yes, the desire to tell everything
My heart is exhausted, the ink has flowed