Paroles de Pierre

Pierre, you're not lone Say, I hope you understand? Pierre, you're my friend There's a place you can call home Those eyes Tell me something's odd You're there but you're not here You understand? You care It might not look this way Couldn't be less true You understand Pierre, you're not lone Say, I hope you understand? Pierre, you're my friend There's a place you still call home My friend You have a vivid quill A gift you need to use To feel alive Those hands Look like crooked roots Pour them the right stuff And feel alive