Eja me sentire vim doloris. Fac ut tecum lugeam. . J'ai si souvent cherch parmi les artifices. . Le regard innocent qui me dirait courage. A traves la souffrance et qui dans les naufrages.
Hard days I'm travelling. Alone for too long. Ooh, I'm missing you. I'm always somewhere. Where I never belong. Ooh, I'm missing you. I'm moving so fast now.
So it's all been lost, and still you bite your tongue. In time we will hide. our thoughts behind open roads and skylines. The silent eyes that break. inside. Love hides eyes this drive, while we waste time. Inside love.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . [I. Spleen]. . My bleeding heart on the altar. Shall forever be dark. Under a moonless night I lay.
Now that we love. Now that the lonely nights are over. How do we make love stay?. Now that we know. The fire can burn bright or merely smolder. How do we keep it from dying away?.
Do tuae somnum. Aeternum somnum. Do tuae pacem. Aeterna. . Do tuae mortem. Aeternum somnum. Do tuae mortem. Aeternam. . Les cris dchirant. Des engoulevents.
I awoke this morning to a shattering sound. And I went downstairs and found these shards. of glass strewn all around --. There upon the floor I found this poor.
N'entendez-vous pas Madame. C'est notre sang qu'ils vont venger. Ecoutez I'Ouest qui s'enflamme. C'est la Bretagne et la Vende. . Le Roi est mort mais de leurs voix.
Every night I ask myself. That same old question: why?. And every day the answer. Seems more distant. I always knew the final. Truths lay just beneath.
Climbing a mountain. In darkness. Stranded alone on the ledge.. Every attempt that I make to hold on. Pushes me nearer the edge.. Sensing the changes impending.
Un Ange l'aile oblongue se penche. et fausse maladresse au gr d'une fconde. ivresse laisse tomber trois plumes blanches. au hasard des saisons.. L'automne est favorable la mlancolie.
Longer than ther've been fishes in the ocean. Higher than any bird ever flew. Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens. I've been in love with you.
Running in the wrong direction. Isn't it a long way home,. People with the wrong intentions. Isn't it a long way home.. City, you are dying real slow.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . Triste et belle lueur. Qui d'un souffle s'endort. Vacillant faiblement. En attendant l'aurore.
You're on the phone with your boyfriend, he's upset. He's going off about something that you said. 'Cause he doesn't get your humor like I do.. I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night..
Some say that love is its own. Love is its own reward. But I can't help but believe. There's got to be more.. A man needs a woman. To have and to hold.