Des bouts de moi :- Some bits of me

I left, in my rear view mirror,
Far, in the middle of scenery,
Images, impressions, and colours,
And some flashes and some cries, which tangle up and stick to my body.
White, the silence before you.
Black, the stage before it hits.
Long, the wait to see you.
And our arms, our glances, when we introduce ourselves.

[Chorus]
I left some bits of me in every place,
A little flesh in every footstep.
Faces and voices that never leave me.
So many strikes to the heart that kill me every time.
A town rendered imaginary by the night.
And the moths return to burning their wings,
To touch the light,
To tease the winter,
For a fleeting moment.

The hotel, the same room as yesterday.
Movement, countdown, schedule.
Checks, reassuring, daily.
Even the objects hold their breath, and then the moment comes.
Burning, the lights and your stares,
Flying, your voices in our guitars.
Graceful, the hands of the musicians.
And your eyes that will never be turned off by an artificial sleep.

[Repeat Chorus]

I left some bits of me in every place,
A little flesh in every footstep.
Faces and voices that never leave me.
So many strikes to the heart that kill me every time.
In the morning we are surprised at our immorality.
Signatures, alibis, but it's already time.
And the moths return to burning their wings,
To touch the light,
To tease the Winter,
So that everything speeds up.

[Repeat Chorus]


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