tu-seras-toujours-au-top:
I walked accross an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it’s made me complete.
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when, you’re gonna let me in.
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
