Je veux juste passer la mienne (dans tes cheveux)
Manger tartines de pain

Sucer doigts pleins de miel

I woke on my knees
The air was thick and warm
Remembered you were gone and I start crying all alone
Why do I feel so lost
I woke up in the desert
Your think you’re free to go
But there’s no other place like home

Noticing my fears
Afraid to lose control
Running full of guilt
I have nowhere to go
Going down the hill
Made out of gold
Didn’t even notice
I was blinded by my own

Thought I needed much more space
Well I guess I can’t replace
This feeling that I had
When you were holding my hand tight
I was trying to find my way
But I can’t the tracks
All I see is myself running until
my body collides

What if I realize that it takes a life
The seeking, the searching for something that’s not
You kept on asking what I have in mind
But I don’t even know myself what’s inside
But I can feel it, hear it, it’s driving me crazy
I feel so tired always fighting
I keep on falling right on to my knees

Thought I needed much more space
But I guess I can’t replace
This feeling that I had
when you were holding my hand tight
I was trying to find my way
But I can’t see the tracks
All I see is myself running until my body collides