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The Fly
As time goes by, in less than the blink of an eye,
Forget about her face, forget about her voice,
When the heart doesn’t want to beat any furthermore,
It doesn’t leave you with much of a choice.
As time goes by, you kiss your illusions goodbye,
The one you used to love, you looked for in the rain,
The one you could make out from a glimpse, from a word,
Between the lines and through every ink stain,
With the writing of someone who promised you the world,
As time goes by, it all fades away.
As time goes by, you realize you are a lie,
Even the best memory leaves you with one hell of a breath,
I wander at the mall through the alleys of death
When the Saturday night lets go of my tenderness.
As time goes by, you give your life another try,
The one we believed for a flu, for a cold,
The one we gave wind and very little gold,
For whom we would have sold our very soul,
In front of which we rolled like only dogs do,
As time goes by, we make it through.
As time goes by, it leaves us there, just high and dry,
Forget about passion, forget about the phrase
That she would whisper caught in your embrace:
‘Don’t come back too late and return home safe’.
As time goes by, as time goes by, now, let it fly,
We feel as innocent as an exhausted horse,
We feel frozen in our bed of thorns,
We feel lonely, but why ask for more?
And we feel fooled by the years that we’ve lost,
And now, really, as the days flee, we don’t love anymore.
Inspired by Leo Ferre's 'Avec le temps'.
Forget about her face, forget about her voice,
When the heart doesn’t want to beat any furthermore,
It doesn’t leave you with much of a choice.
As time goes by, you kiss your illusions goodbye,
The one you used to love, you looked for in the rain,
The one you could make out from a glimpse, from a word,
Between the lines and through every ink stain,
With the writing of someone who promised you the world,
As time goes by, it all fades away.
As time goes by, you realize you are a lie,
Even the best memory leaves you with one hell of a breath,
I wander at the mall through the alleys of death
When the Saturday night lets go of my tenderness.
As time goes by, you give your life another try,
The one we believed for a flu, for a cold,
The one we gave wind and very little gold,
For whom we would have sold our very soul,
In front of which we rolled like only dogs do,
As time goes by, we make it through.
As time goes by, it leaves us there, just high and dry,
Forget about passion, forget about the phrase
That she would whisper caught in your embrace:
‘Don’t come back too late and return home safe’.
As time goes by, as time goes by, now, let it fly,
We feel as innocent as an exhausted horse,
We feel frozen in our bed of thorns,
We feel lonely, but why ask for more?
And we feel fooled by the years that we’ve lost,
And now, really, as the days flee, we don’t love anymore.
Inspired by Leo Ferre's 'Avec le temps'.
