This Room
(paroles et musique: Desmarais-Racine)

Let your fingers slip
What a strange long trip?
Sure it wasn't bad
The best I've ever had
And all I hear's the Wilhem scream
From across that silver screen
Life is overrated
And I'm so wasted
Working on your craft
Only makes them laugh
And I've seen you go by that door
A thousand thousand times before
But this room is mine to keep
I do nothing here but sleep
Or write
About the sight

On the keys I pound
How I left the ground
The oven shines your eyes
And the day goes by
The remains of my future self
Lies between those other shelves
So I sing along
Those American songs
My horses for a day
As a Springfield in L.A
Well I must be ahead in time
Or heading for a long decline
This room was always mine to keep
How did I get in so deep?
Oh that's right
It's useless to fight

The pictures on the wall
Echoing the fall
I use them to protect
My own intellect
If I keep running at this pace
I might never see your face
Psychedelic tunes
Surrounding the room
Counting on the brass
To complete the task
I'm out of my living form
But not enough to clear the storms
This room was never mine to keep
We are far away from peace
And light
But then again, I might

Will this one be my last?
Painful is this past
Sending all my love
To the skies above
The meanings of those sceptic signs
They're really not meant to be find
Passing out again
On the thoughts you send
My unfortunate voice
Never was my choice
Which one did you said you like?
Give something else to write
And still this room is mine to keep
From here I will try to leap
Or die
By your movie eyes

FÉVRIER 2013