What begins to be a devil, when it ends up as a God?
So I'm looking for a worthy and a humble way to fall
And it's not the kind of thing that changes all you've ever known
It's what it does to the little wave blackening the storm
It's a low and hard-to-hear voice saying "Everything's alright."
Like the faint and yellow glowing of my favourite dying light
God, help me to forget the mouse carca** (?) in his drawer
Please, I love him still, but I don't wanna love him anymore
All the shapes my hands a**ume
While always being two hands
Now I can hold you down
Now I can hold you down
Now I can hold you down
Now I can hold you down
In the morning your alarm was going off a lot of times
And it's ringing in the new year, going underneath my eyes
I'm unknown but I'm not lonely when I'm only just alone
When I've never known how many threads a single sheet can hold
I'll do the best that I can
Knowing I might fall short
Now I begin to rouse
Now I begin to rouse
Now I begin to rouse
Now I begin to rouse
And I don't expect a miracle that lightens everything
Just a little bit of carefulness and now you've got to leave
A finger picking bits of lint from the outside of my coat
The hands who tuck the label back inside the collar of my shirt
I like the shapes that we made
Lying an-hour-and-a-half in the the snow
I like the brief way the rain
Ruins all traces of having been there
Now I can move on
Now I can move on
Now I can move on
Now I can move on