In this French atmosphere, on these brumous streets, encomium of the Ocean, I am dancing madly backwards.
Over the ashes of what it was, and the fulgency of what it should be, over the passenger in the rain and the phantoms of the roller coaster
and over the galaxies, that shine madly backwards above, they shine madly backwards.
Once I asked to myself "how linear that sky could be?" And as the sands of time go sliding by, I realize that
Every sky is as we create it, dancing madly backwards [they are
dancing madly backwards.
Because this is the point of no-return, because only the love has a different blue for its sky
because a boy and a wall, and a blue different to this one
because he's somewhere dancing madly backwards yet, maybe.
Over the ashes of what it was, and the fulgency of what it should be, over the passenger in the rain and the phantoms of the roller coaster
and over the galaxies, that shine madly backwards above, they shine madly backwards.
Once I asked to myself "how linear that sky could be?" And as the sands of time go sliding by, I realize that
Every sky is as we create it, dancing madly backwards [they are
dancing madly backwards.
Because this is the point of no-return, because only the love has a different blue for its sky
because a boy and a wall, and a blue different to this one
because he's somewhere dancing madly backwards yet, maybe.
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