Sync Different

It was quite meanTo leave you on the roadI could have warned youBut I failed to be bold(I)Gave you this meetingNow I’m shaking, all my bonesThe city is still sleeping and now, I see the road
I’d never say we have come to an endI’d never leave outside from my worldI’d never claim we should come back to square one I know this is not fairI know that you’re desperate
I’d never say we have come to an endI’d never leave outside from my worldI’d never claim we should come back to square one I know this is not fairI know that you’re desperateI know that we’ll meet againI know that we’ll meet again
Take a deep breathAs you’re putting on your coatTake a short stepNow you’re walking in the cold
Hope we will embraceAnd talk with no remorseHope we’ll find a wayTo learn being alone
If you could prayIf I could stayIf we could manage to separateIf I could heal
If you could screamThis would be real

I’d never say we have come to an endI’d never leave outside from my worldI’d never claim we should come back to square
I know this is not fairI know that you’re desperate
I’d never say we have come to an endI’d never leave outside from my worldI’d never claim we should come back to square one 
I know this is not fairI know that you’re desperateI know that we’ll meet again

I've been known to walk
With other souls in pain.
How can I explain the shame
That makes you do it again?
In the middle of the night
When wrongs are rights,
And you've got nothing left to lose;
You could choose to feel
What's revealed;
Conceal and be numb.
Oh, I'm wise
And I know the score,
So before we begin;
I'm going to look for the door.
Tried to have a talk with myself
About the walk I'd take with you.
The conclusion that I drew
Was it would be of no use.
So I, I'll decide:
Let's take a ride;
Into the night,
Into the night,
Into the night.
Elle prend une photo.
Il n'y aura pas de questions.
Tu prends le train.
Il n'y a nulle part où aller.
Il regarde un film en noir et blanc.
Elle écrit:
"Ton arrondissement
ou le mien?"

Tell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of airAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyRolling byOn the beachWith the three of usTell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of iceAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyPassing byOn the beachWith the three of usRunning with the windThe hands on the clockAre frozenThough the sun keeps shining
Like a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter SaturdayWe were glowing on this sunny Saturday