SURFACE
Sliding on the surface, and I’m trying to get hold of myself
I’ve read all the books, and I’ve smelled all the flowers
and I’m gone … from here
sliding on the surface
Should I set out on my own, to find the cure
if I need to be alone
Sliding on the moon’s face, and I’m trying to get hold of myself
I’ve read all the books and I’ve drunk from the wrong bottles
sliding on the surface
Should I set out on my own, to find the cure
if I need to be alone
Autor(es): GUILLAUME DESTOT
