if time was asleep and the stars were awake
would you still make that one fateful mistake?
all of the things I have seen in the past
were nothing so special, were not meant to last
wide-eyed and restless and duly prolonged
chaque fois que la mort pleure je ris de ma tombe
lost in a vision and found by the sea
shameless devotion don't mean much to me
supper's on the stove, darling
please let me down 'cause I'm lost in the sound I don't know
I tried and I tried but I can't get it right anymore
shapeless convictions have found me and swept me away
now that you're gone I see no sense in having to stay