Rien d'important, c'étaient seulement deux grands enfants qui se jouaient des choses
Un air d'antan, juste un instant, arrêter le temps pour te cueillir des roses
Avec le temps, j'ai peur de t'oublier
Tout est défait, mais pourtant tout lié
Rien d'important, souvenirs de l'enfance et les feuilles dansent au son de mes névroses
Broken
It's getting on my nerves, sometimes I cannot stand the light
The clock is ticking, I keep losing track of time
I've always felt torn between the future and the past
But the present never quite felt right
Holy Misery
What've you done to me?
I've been lost for so long
I would rather be anywhere else but here
Yet here is all that I know
Lost in time lost in space
And the world keeps spinning around
The hourglass stopped ticking, now the silence is too loud
The hand is broken, but the clock is still alive
Now that it's falling apart, I can see that this place was just a lie
Everything's spinning in my head, caught up in the waltz of time
Set me free
I know this place was not meant to be
I have been lost in time and space
Lost in time and space
Holy Misery
What've you done to me?
I've been lost for so long
I would rather to be anywhere else but here
Yet here is all that I know
And the worlds keeps spinning and spinning around
The voice in my head must have spoken too loud
Holy Misery
What've you done to me?
And I'm caught between the future and the past
In the torment of the waltz of time
Lost in space and time
Am I broken?
Am I broken?
Am I broken inside?
It's holding me close, close to the ground
Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound
Bury me whole or drag me down
I'll find my place eventually
It's holding me close, close to the ground
Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound
Bury me whole or drag me down
I'll find my place eventually
It's holding me close, close to the ground
Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound
Bury me whole or drag me down
I'll find my place eventually
I just feel it inside of me
I just feel it inside of me
It's holding me close, close to the ground
Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound
Bury me whole or drag me down
I'll find my place eventually
The hourglass stopped ticking, now the silence is too loud
The hand is broken and I'm losing track of time
How to find my place between the future and the past
In the torment of the waltz of time
In the torment, in the torment of life
Am I broken?
Am I broken?
Rien d'important, c'étaient seulement deux grands enfants
Qui se jouaient des choses
