Paroles de Ariadna

Two mutilated and silent minutes Two pairs of tired eyes, which wait for nothing more Nobody knows what has happened Well, what we should say When every letter’s gonna sound like something sore And you forgot all the Milkyway roads, where we walked I tried to cut off the Number 9 spot from my mind And this meeting looks like a fault And this evening actually looks like a fault Forgive me, cause it’s me again here This meeting is my fault