Innamoramento

Toi qui n'a pas su me reconnaitre
Ignorant ma vie, ce monastère, j'ai
devant moi une porte entrouverte
Sur un peut-être
Même s'il me faut tout recommencer

Toi qui n'a pas cru ma solitude
Ignorant ses cris, ses angles durs, j'ai
Dans le coeur un fil minuscule
Filament de lune
Qui soutient là, un diamant qui s'use...
Mais qui aime

J'ai pas choisi de l'être
Mais c'est là, " INNAMORAMENTO "
L'amour, la mort, peut-être
Mais suspendre le temps pour un mot
Tout se dilate et cède à tout
Et c'est là " INNAMORAMENTO "
Tout son être s'impose à nous
Trouver enfin peut-être un écho

Toi qui n'a pas vu l'autre côté, de
Ma mémoire aux portes condamnées, j'ai
Tout enfoui les trésors du passé
Les années blessées
Comprends-toi qu'il me faudra cesser ...

Moi qui n'a plus regardé le ciel, j'ai
J'ai devant moi cette porte entrouverte, mais
L'inconnu a meurtri plus d'un coeur
Et son âme soeur
On l'espère on l'attend, on la fuit même
Mais on aime

Shadow Of The Day

I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple.
Sometimes goodbye's the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

Pink cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple.
Sometimes goodbye's the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

[Guitar solo]

And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

Little boxes

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,1
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.