Fond - A Weather

What begins to be a devil, when it ends up as a God?

So I’m looking for a worthy and a humble way to fall

And it’s not the kind of thing that changes all you’ve ever known

It’s what it does to the little wave blackening the storm

It’s a low and hard-to-hear voice saying «Everything's alright.»

Like the faint and yellow glowing of my favourite dying light

God, help me to forget the mouse carcass (?) in his drawer

Please, I love him still, but I don’t wanna love him anymore

All the shapes my hands assume

While always being two hands

Now I can hold you down

Now I can hold you down

Now I can hold you down

Now I can hold you down

In the morning your alarm was going off a lot of times

And it’s ringing in the new year, going underneath my eyes

I’m unknown but I’m not lonely when I’m only just alone

When I’ve never known how many threads a single sheet can hold

I’ll do the best that I can

Knowing I might fall short

Now I begin to rouse

Now I begin to rouse

Now I begin to rouse

Now I begin to rouse

And I don’t expect a miracle that lightens everything

Just a little bit of carefulness and now you’ve got to leave

A finger picking bits of lint from the outside of my coat

The hands who tuck the label back inside the collar of my shirt

I like the shapes that we made

Lying an-hour-and-a-half in the the snow

I like the brief way the rain

Ruins all traces of having been there

Now I can move on

Now I can move on

Now I can move on

Now I can move on