Des Larmes

And in my glass prison
I don’t know how to cope anymore
I can bandage myself like no one else
Eyes filled with fear of being left behind

And then there for the feelings
Turning a deaf ear to compliments
I feel so alone, come on, I’ll marry myself
My soulmate is the crowd around me

It’s the end
When you’re in the box
Like a Christmas tree
Getting up every morning
The worm is in the apple
I’m nervous
Everything weighs me down

Floods
The "abyss" of Baudelaire
I read it all
It’s done, who cares
It’s my life
Merge with my bed
Loving you
Where are you?
Where, where?

Tears, tears
Tears, tears
Of sorrow
Of joy
On my cheeks, there
Flowing, flowing, flowing

Tears, tears
Tears, what for
What’s the point of living
If you’re not here?
I isolate, isolate, isolate

And in my glass prison
When I don’t know how to cope anymore
I embrace life like no one else
Even God, for fear he’ll leave me

But here’s the thing for feelings
If I still have them for long
There, I feel alone; a flight to Toulouse
To the sacred choir for a crowd bath

It’s the end
When you’re in the box
Like a Christmas tree
Getting up every morning
The worm is in the apple
I’m nervous
Everything weighs me down

A refrain
The "abyss" of Baudelaire
It’s a blues
It’s done, who cares
It’s my life
Merge with my bed
Loving you
Where are you?
Where, where?

Tears, tears
Tears, tears
Of sorrow
Of joy
On my cheeks, there
Flowing, flowing, flowing

Tears, tears
Tears, what for
What’s the point of living
If you’re not here?
I isolate, isolate, isolate