My lift takes off Wednesday evening I'm leaving Berri De Montigny
It's funny it's harder to say goodbye knowing that it's over
I know, I know, despite my efforts, it's going to eat away all my pride
But I'll try to make you believe that I still have a damn seed in there. Åil
Like many stories without a refrain, ours relates everyday life
We always start by thinking that what we are going through is only seasonal
And then there we rock in front of the window counting the hours that separate us
I feel your heart in all my being each time your sorrows run through my body
Like many stories without chorus ours has become without a future
The pierced rock is crazy to know that I'm carrying around with a hole in my body
If nothing more we Awakening around here, maybe love sleeps elsewhere
At least that's what I tell myself, at least that's what I tell myself
Like many stories without a chorus, I just have to send my hand
Counting the days before seeing my bus leave its port
Yet I am I know we're going to see you again, I'll have a hard time recognizing you
I'll have to dig into my memory to make a place for you in my head
I will have to dig into my memory to make a place for you in my head
I will have to dig into my memory to make a place for you in my head
I will have to I dig into your eyes to make a place for you in my head
Like many stories without a chorus, it's over right there on the street corner
I guess it's the fact of seeing you further away that makes me feel a little lost
Chus took off Wednesday evening towards Sainte-Thérése in Gaspésie
br/>It's either that I hate big departures or that I've been bored since I left