Eleven

Eleven.
©Raphaël Potvin & Dominic Pelletier, 2010.

Now is the time for the clouds to set in,
for lovers to part
and for the rain to pour on our betrayed faces.
There’s always this moment when you ask yourself why
and you can’t come up with the right answer.

Don’t, don’t try to forget,
just live and be yourself.

We all, we all know life always goes on…
(Life goes on)
We all, we all know life always goes on…
(Life goes on)
For some of us you will always be alive.
For some of us you will always be alive.

Now is the time for the stars to fade,
for love to die
and for the sky to fall on our cloudy heads.
There’s always this moment
when everything seems so confusing
you just wanna get the fuck out of here.
Don’t, don’t try to forget,
just live and be yourself.
Don’t, don’t try to forget,
just live and be yourself.

We all, we all know life always goes on…
(Life goes on)
We all, we all know life always goes on…
(Life goes on)
For some of us you will always be alive.
For some of us you will always be alive.

…And your name is written on a grave,
on a grave near my heart.
Your name is written on a grave, on a grave near my heart.

We all, we all know life always goes on…
(Life goes on)
We all, we all know life always goes on…
(Life goes on)
For some of us you will always be alive.
For some of us you will always be alive.

We all, we all know…
So, why are we so sad and cold?


Martine Blues

Where I’m from, in the winter
you can see this kind of eyes
and where I’m from, in the summer
you can share this kind of feelings
When writing late at night,
I always knew there was so much more than this
smoking clouds like cigarettes out there on the road, singing to the sky…

(Chasing down the sun)

Standing up after the day rises up again,
drinking to forget
time is passing by so fast, dying to remember
these moments are everything.

The breathing of this floor
reminds me of all the sleep
I lost to good times & true smiles.

I’ve came by ignorance and that strange look
on familiar faces
Sometimes my skin is cold and the days are even colder,
But there’s a light in our eyes
that tells it all…

The breathing of this floor
reminds me of all the sleep
I lost to good times & true smiles

(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive),
What we have left are broken fingers and tired eyes.
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are these pictures in our heads.
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are the holes
in the hearts we left behind.


Canicule

Well, can’t you see the sun is coming down?
Now, there’s nothing left lighting up your town.
Can’t you see this rose has turned to black,
once filled with bright colours that will never come back.

I can say I’m happy,
I’ll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me.

Oh! Won’t you please dry these tears and stop wasting your
time.

Well, can’t you hear the sounds at night
when your soul is searching for a light?
Can’t you hear this boat through the waves
when these moments of misery, they don’t seem to fade…

I can say I’m happy,
I’ll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me.

I can say I’m happy,
I’ll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me.


White Fireworks

Do you remember that sad singing and slow drumbeat
from an old song about how blue mornings can get
when waiting is all you have left?
Do you remember when we were holding hands
watching snow falling down on our future?

White fireworks above our heads,
White fireworks exploding in our hearts.

Do you know how much more
time we have left
before it’s been too long, before we start again,
before we find a way?

White fireworks above our heads,
White fireworks exploding in our hearts.


Chasing Down the Sun

It’s 5 am and the world keeps on moving…
My blurry vision’s still lying to me…

Singing and singing and singing in the night,
Singing and singing in the night
and it feels just right

When I look into this dark ocean,
I’m thinking about my friends.
My throat is dry and my thoughts heavy,
I know what’s important to me.

Let these shores of twilight be our last escape.

Let’s get away, get away, get away
before the curtain falls down again.
Get away, get away, get away
before our feelings collapse in vain.

Let these songs of passion be our last escape.

I’ve grown so sick of the truth in the last years,
but there’s something true that I still like to say:
“Life’s kind of ironic in the way it makes
you forget everything but all of your mistakes.”

Singing and singing and singing in the night,
Singing and singing in the night
and it feels alright

So this rose never dies, No! This rose will never die.II doubt, but I’ll keep on moving,
It’s the meaning of devotion.

Let these words of trouble be our last escape.

Let’s get away, get away, get away
before the curtains drawn on our fun.
Get away, get away, get away
before it all catches up with us.

Let these lovely memories be our last escape.

Let these memories be our last escape…


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