Octobre 歌词

Few things are certain, my friend Not much of all this matters in the end Theres been enough to ask and say Thoughts unwind, now here to stay Octobre's gone But we still listen to the same old song As we wash our hands in icy water We turn numb, to feel again The clouds moved faster, or so it seemed So it seemed in, in octobre Octobre's gone But we still listen to the same old song Few things are certain, my friend Not much of all this matters in the end Theres been enough to ask and say Thoughts unwind, now here to stay