Il voyage en solitaire. Et nul ne l'oblige se taire. Il chante la terre. Il chante la terre. Et c'est une vie sans mystre. Qui se passe de commentaire. Pendant des journes entires. Il chante
empty pot of gold And the lover's warm embrace. And the whole damned human race. You can use and abuse. In the end, you'll always lose at the game For I cheated myself at solitaire
Locked away in a cage. My rage has got the best of me. Time finds a way each day. Of leaving less of me behind. I find this fight must be won. Inside my mind. So uptight and confined. Often bli