I could well burn the evidence
Sort the pages of my past
Take a pool or even a river
To replenish the little I have
I could well cover my tracks
Change my face a hundred thousand times
Cross my name from all lists
And erase myself from the landscape
Where am I going? Now what do I have?
My memory is intoxicated
You try so hard to follow me
Through the wind
I could change my acronym
And every night in the abbesses
Make myself blurry or invisible
Be unknown to this address
I could even my compromise
̉ remember nothing
And never recognize again
Your voice that I know so well
Where am I going? Now what do I have?
My memory is intoxicated
You try so hard to follow me
Through the wind