Il y a longtemps que je t'aime
Jamais je ne t'oublierai
What are these tendrils of Time
That my little feet trip on
What are these bumps in the road
That I must stumble into
Is it not possible to run far away
To a place far back in Time
Is it not possible to hide somewhere
Forgotten long ago
What are these tears I find
Upon my pillow each night
Whose face is it I miss
That I can now barely recall
Was it only yesterday
That I spoke to you with words breaking
O'er the great bad reef/ My heart
Crushing itself inside out
We're going away now
We're never turning back
I'll hitch my wagon to the stars
So I'll never have a choice
I'll not turn back to see
Whether you turned back to see
One last look of confusion
Because that's all this was
A silence made of twisting knives
Buried deep inside my heart
For never did I think
I would write words like these again
And yet my fingers run away with me
And tears fall to the surface
Turning black and splotchy
Twisted little shadows of their former selves
Endless letters I never wanted to write
