Paroles de Grains

So we stand, you and I: The same side of the edge ... A fragile rope of sand, Thin grains of our hands ... And we stare, you and I: Just a sheer-drop of eyes ... A spasm of flesh, A chasm, our flesh ... How do we now come to be? How do we now come to be? So we stand, you and I: The same side of the edge ... Just a rip on the lips Of a dumb man We part, you and I: With all our screams repressed ... Almost unaware, Just a heart dizziness ... How do we now come to be? How do we now come to be? Thin grains in the wind ... Thin grains in the wind ...