Une chanson ..

Comme c'est en anglais.. le texte:

Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You
see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you
call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair
and drink the cold away. and You are not really sure what you're doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There's a dream
in my brain that just won’t go away. It's been stuck there since it came a
few nights ago and I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with
my mom and my brothers. And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air
with nothing holding me. And I hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark, for
all those starving eyes to see, like the ones we’ve wished on. Now I’m
confused. Is this depth really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I
think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague
that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

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