What to do with the 8 hours
of ocean,that separate us ?
From theses waves
between Quebec
and place de Brouckére ?
And also from this melancholy
gazing vacantly into the blue ?
There,you see,we\'re talking
to a one-day rain ,that hasn\'t
decide to die ...
And over there, are you bored
in your dreams and their 8 hours
on my offbeat loves ?
Plenty of times that can\'t be discussed
are slipping through our fingers...
An old broken-down piano
playing the merry melody ...
We\'re only in love with our distance,
and desire of our inconstancy ...
I open my computer ,sending you
3 words that you\'ll discover
when I \'ve gone dark in my mind .
In the face of the clock dictatorship ,
will we ever be able to drown the ocean
with 8 hours of hidden tears ?