(I’ve come to talk with you agaiiiin, beacause a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping,
and the vision that was planted in my brain….still remains…..Within the sound of siiiiilence.)
Tiens, le Panaché ça me rappel toujours une soirée ou je sais pas quoi d ‘assez flou.
Du coup comme ça me file le blues je n’en bois jamais ahah.