Musique et montage par Musicouilleur.
Images par Jeffrey Beach (Beachfront Productions)
There were people living
An endless season of blooming flowers
Everyone was sharing
Their roof, their songs, their food, their powers
It all left me dreaming
Of eternal days of countless hours
And then I woke up
Everything will be fine
Said no one
Looking for a friendly face, I can’t help but think that I’ll die long before I break free from the lonely days.
Every morning I wake up in vain
Every morning I wake up in pain
Every morning I wake up insane
There’s no light coming through the windowpane