Orbital : Hier soir on était à la terrasse d'un café, et y a un serveur qui s'est pété la gueule.
Un mec à la table d'à coté qui sort : "le serveur est down".
That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.
And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.
And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend.
It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.
Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.
You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?
And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane or review what you said.
When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
you think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said,
and you always knew you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight
"Quelles que soient les qualités de courage, de sang-froid et d'humour qu'on a pu développer tout au long de sa vie, on finit toujours par avoir le coeur
brisé. Alors on arrête de rire. Au bout du compte, il n'y a plus que la solitude, le froid et le silence. Au bout du compte, il n'y a plus que la mort."
found himself out into the road
the dust up to his nose
put that anchor down
to find a place where he could go
'cause he was looking for the shelter
from the storm
you were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...
kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see
kept on getting used to dropping-anchor
in the sea
'cause you´re looking for a shelter of the storm
looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...
uuu...
drove himself into a town
the roads were paved with gold
(all the roads were paved with gold)
eyes wide open, shutters closed
(eyes wide open, shutters closed)
just waiting for my time... no
(quarter to twelve is time to go)
the sorrow's hiding underground
the rain is falling upside down
and the clouds are turning red like flames
oh 'cause i'm looking for a shelter from the storm... 'cause she's getting closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!
the storm is getting closer every day
the storm is getting closer every day
the storm is getting closer every day
