Hold on, be quiet, until the bells sing their song
Silence is surrounding, my inner voice tells me « be strong »
Then I see the cross lifted and the cloudy sky above
Such a weird frame to celebrate a loss, a second-class hero, a father, a son, an ordinary man.
Although the world stopped spinning
And the rain paints it black
We cut clean a white flag in two halves and fight against inertia.
If seasons are waiting for a signal
(Then) Don't let the rain take it over.
It's fascinating to see they keep on living as if they didn’t know they would have to die.
Everyone goes fast
Praying to get safe and feel like home
Head in the clouds, they hope for heaven’s door
Braving the sin, no answer from expectations
they preach redemption to get a comfortable place in the beyond
If life is their purgatory, then mine is my paradise