Desolé

i walk by the rivers edge

skipping smooth wet stones

& watching them sink

i never was a fan of innocence

ive got two black eyes

& an empty fifth of gin

& i see im wrong for you

but we tried

you swear im hard to lay beside

if i was you i'd run from me most nights

maybe i was meant to be left behind

thundering circumstances

beyond our control rumble in

counting time by the lines 'round your eyes

as your gentle caress helps me forget

& i think its time to say good night

& you swear im hard to lay beside

now days seem to pass as we blink our eyes

maybe i was meant to be left behind

by all of our heartfelt lies

all of our heartfelt lies

are not enough this time

& i see i'd love to spend the night

but you found someone else to lay beside

& i know it makes sense

but its like sand in my eyes

maybe i was meant to be left behind

"La vie est comme une balançoire à bascule

il l'a hauts et des bas"