Who will I love?
Maybe someone simple
That hides beneath trees
The dream of a family

Who will I love?
Maybe someone crazy
Who wants to escape
But doesn't have a plan

Do the boats still sail?
In this sea so calm
Full of lighthouses
To share with someone

But I'm sure that I'll be there
At the end of the trip
With all the burned cities
I traveled in

 A tout le monde bon voyage
Je ne partirai pas

A tout le monde bon voyage
j'ai vraiment besoin de quelq'un

Who will I love?
Maybe someone like me
Always indiceded
About who he really is.

Who will I love?

Breakup in the river 
When i see my face
Everyone in circle
Seems to blame
Ask me what i feel 
And I will be 
Half of what it takes 
To break my knee

Ah, what it takes
To see your face again
I know that you are scared
But I'm not here to blame

Ah what it takes 
To hear your voice again
I know that you are scared 
But I'm not here to blame

Please just hear

Breakup In The River

The headache is back
Maybe I should be in my new bed to rest
I’m cold, I knew
Maybe I should buy a new blanket for two

Maybe I should buy a new blanket for two
But what is the sense?
When there’s only one space left in my head
One has to die
Maybe I should buy a new blanket for two
But what is the sense?
When there’s only one space left in my head
One has to die
If I could I’d choose myself in no time
If I could I’d choose myself in no time

Don’t go
When I’ll cut my nails you will be afraid no more
When I can’t get through can you please not shout anymore
When I’ll cut my nails you will be afraid no more
When I can’t get through can you please not shout anymore

Please, take off your shoes
Let me see that one bruise
Oh no.

One Space Left

Mortify, mortify, mortify me one more time
I’m really missing your
narcissistic view on our life
Justify, justify, don’t justify yourself at all
If you only wanted to pretend
to care when we were on my bed

And if i scream too much
You know well that I’m too scared to throw up
I’m laying on the surface
But I think I’m gonna sink and give up.

Narcissistic, Cynical and Much Worse

A breeze, cold, freeze, maybe it’s dying
I went to the beach just to see a corpse lying
I did’t know that one stranger on the shore
So I sat next to him for an hour to see more

He tells me that one time he was free
Sailing and traveling all alone in the see
Then he tells me that never before he has met
A more splendid, wonderful girl than me

We danced around
And I heard his voice, he then said
This isn’t a dream
I just want to have faith

And I trusted, I trusted him and what he said
And I trusted, I trusted him but he was dead
And I trusted, I trusted him and what he said
And I trusted, I trusted him but he was dead

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