we are the lucky ones
we speak with the same tones with our feet
planting simultaneously
we are the chosen few
we reek of our future
no matter how hard we try we can't run
we are no longer who we were than
we are no longer who we were
we are no longer us
we walked different ways to find ourselves
far from the places we call home
your pale skin was soft the day you left
pillow creases in my bed
wrinkled reminder of your shape
someday i will see you again
someday i will see you again
[french]
love air will be bitter
and sweet on the morning when we meet since the last time you held me
i'll offer words you'll see them too
we will spit out all our news and our written rehearsed lines
with these words i will relearn you
with these words i will relearn you
and someday i will see you again...
and someday i will see you again