Tubing the whole colour from the scene
To enhance a greater face on the screen
Waving flat hours of the grey
Into new pictures for a lay

I’ll sing you’re not alone when it falls
Screaming your blood upon the walls
You’ll see me walking by the door
Sending news from where you’re looking for

Freedom is out there waiting in a last soar
For you to dig out the tear we have to pour

A loving breath rolls up my chops
Don’t you hear me roaring by your side

You’ll feel me around your hopes
Giving rise to the track you’re ready to ride

Cry me liquor made of stars
And I’ll bring the green to seal your scar.

City Songs : Huile sur toile de Claude-max Lochu – 50×50 – 2009.
Texte : Romain Breton.