Spoken in french, end of the night
Taking a cab home through the blue orange light
Where the cars talk in whispers, the bakeries claim for the air
How i wish i could stay, but i was never there
Watching the box, mute button on
Watching a man talking about something wrong
He's in his late sixties, he speaks with his hands
His glance always looks to the left but i can't look beyond...
How i try to wake
But the moment i wake up i see something i made up
Why?
Give me somebody else's eyes
You pick on the loneliest people
You pick out the loneliest world
And you stand for no-one
And you stand like her
But i try to release her, i try to forget you
But down in the long gaze, just great
But i am king and i
You say there's something on the main
Here are my faults, i am a man
What could i do? don't want to know if i can
Build buildings and rescue, sow seeds with my hands
I've come here to look far away but i can't look beyond....
How i try to wake
But the moment i wake up i see something i made up
Why?
Give me somebody else's eyes
You pick on the loneliest people
You pick out the loneliest world
And you stand for no-one
And you stand like her
But i try to release her, i try to forget you
But down in the long gaze, just great
But i am king and i
There's something on, there's something on the main
You pick on the loneliest people
You pick out the loneliest world
And you stand for no-one
And you stand like her
But i try to release her, i try to forget you
But down in the long gaze, just great
Down in the long gaze just waiting for her
Down in the long gaze just,
The long gaze, just great
