KiKa

Parce qu'au final, il y a toujours quelquechose qui manque...

*aïeuh, mon artichaut*

Bienvenue en 2007!


Got a brand new roof above my head All the empty boxes thrown away I rearranged the place a hundred times today But the ordering of objects couldn't hide whats missing
All these things, should make me happy Make me happy to be home again All these things, should make me happy Make me happy to be alone again
Got myself a bottle of red wine Got a night with nothing else to do I think I might know what I really want But is a brighter discontent the best that I can hope to find Got a big black television set Now I can watch just what I want But I'm here staring up at pictures on the wall Where are you, you're still stuck inside 'em all
All these things, should make me happy Make me happy to be home again All these things, should make me happy Make me happy to be alone again
But love is not these belongings and surroundings Though theres meaning in the memories they hold A breaking heart in an empty apartment Was the loudest sound I ever heard Got a desk, I'll write myself a note Pretending that it came from you On hotel stationary, from the time we first met Whatever I can do, 'cause I won't throw my hands up yet
All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be home again All these things should make me happy Make me happy to be alone again
But love is not these belongings that surround you Though theres meaning in the memories they hold A breaking heart in an empty apartment Was the loudest sound I never heard But I'll be fine if I don't look around me that much for whats gone If only I could wait here just a little while and let time pass in my room