Pas Là
Vianney
Not There
I'm a fool,
Pierced even more,
My skin cracked
Since you, dried up
When the moon comes
And the cool wind,
Out of habit,
I look for you on the couch
God, it's far away
The night of revelry
Where I found your hand
Long before the sadness
You were hunting me,
You had seen me,
You took me by the collar
And twisted my neck
But you're not there, where are you?
Where are you? (not there, not there not there…)
Ivory nights
Sure, I owe you that,
If yours are black
No, I don't blame you
That's life
Well, especially yours,
I dull myself
Playing the fountains
But you're not there, where are you?
Where are you? (not there, not there not there…)
I replace you
As best I can
Let everything fade away
I wish for it
It will be without you then,
So I just have to agree
To you, fools,
Hearts in pieces,
Let's be the hive,
Of a festive future
