Swimming in the troubled waters
Of forthcoming days
Waiting here for the end
Floating in the too heavy air
Of the almost nothing
To whom should we hold out our hands
If I must fall from high
Let my fall be slow
I haven't found rest
But in indifference
And yet I would like to recover my innocence
But nothing makes sense anymore, and nothing's fine
Everything is chaos
By comparison
All of my ideals:
Damaged words...
I'm looking for a soul
Who will be able to help me
I am from
A disenchanted generation,
Disenchanted
Who could keep me
From hearing everything
When reason collapses
Which way to turn
Who can pretend
To lull us in one's womb
If death is a mystery
Life isn't exactly tender
If heaven has an hell
Then heaven can still wait for me
Tell me,
How to handle this headwind
Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing's fine
Everything is chaos
By comparison
All of my ideals:
Damaged words...
I'm looking for a soul
Who will be able to help me
I am from
A disenchanted generation,
Disenchanted
Everything is chaos
By comparison
All of my ideals:
Damaged words...
I'm looking for a soul
Who will be able to help me
I am from
A disenchanted generation,
Disenchanted
Inspired by Mylène Farmer, song Désenchantée
https://youtu.be/X03vY9afNbo
