Paroles de Lost Man

A boring day With the same image Both in the concave And the convex What a day A day I chose to think An internal thought No melody Put with the same sonority Of a melancholy sream What a day I chose to laugh What a day I chose to write! A lost man What a day I chose to talk Someone Who hates me What a day I chose to fight A lost man What a day What a day What a day A lost man What a day