When I feel your vibes, when you push the lines,
I feel like a dime,
Give me what you got, you make me so high
Boy you know, you’re blowing my mind

Guillaume :
What kind, of music you make for real?
Can we make a deal? Show me music skills
What kind, of keyboard you play with?
Can we make feat? Re, do, la, si, mi
What kind?

A constant fear of failure which compromise the discovery of the golden thought
Welcome to the chaos of my paranoid picture
I’d never blame you if you run
I’m there, waiting for you
To just come and watch the countdown with me
Oh the stars are waiting for us
To just come and watch the countdown with me
Standing braving eternity
Our souls sails in the cosmos
Beyond physical gravity
Nos âmes régulent cette osmose