Your hair reminds me of a time when we once were
Your fingernails that marked my back now rot in earth
The sheets we slept in blew away and now the storm is over
The taste of you inside my mouth remains but still I'm hearing
There's no love, everybody's crying
There's no truth, everyone's misguiding
And now the end is here!
There's no more pills to swallow!
The bitter taste I feel won't lead me to tomorrow!
[NOUS,
Philib' la zébrée et Gin' la panthère,
nous dévoilerons un bout de notre vie sur ce blog.]