Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
You do the things you do
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
Entrust to tell the truth
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
You do the things you do
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
No need to heal or prove
At the bottom, trying to find out the soul
Even sinking out the corners to make room for the door
Enough tears on the puzzle, time to clear off the floor
There are others in the timeline you don't already know
So -
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
You do the things you do
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
Entrust to tell the truth
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
You do the things you do
Sans tirer à mon coeur, mon cou
No need to heal or prove
Leave the battle lines
If you feel no night
Leave it all behind
It'll be alright
Leave the battle lines
If you feel no night
Keep it in your sights
Who we are, people and moments, rolled into vision -
As best as we can.
Oh no, it's not too late
From the cut cold apathetic state
To the curious, the saving grace
To the treasures in the pass of fate
How calm the future waits
Living cues of will and what to chase
With a bank of memories in safe
To disregard or recreate
