Julie Doiron penses donc tu es seule

So think a second time
You will realize
That without my body near you
You will not grow up
You think you would be better
Very very far from me
Once you leave you will realize
That you are alone
Take my hand, my little hand
The wind here is strong
And if I seem too mean
It's because I'm afraid of you
Think, think, think once
You will realize
That without my heart near you
You will not grow up