Fond

What begins to be a devil, when it ends up as a God?
So I'm looking for a worthy and a humble way to fall.
And it's not the kind of thing that changes all you've ever known.
It's what it does to the little wave blackening the storm.
It's a low and hard-to-hear voice saying "Everything's alright."
Like the faint and yellow glowing of my favourite dying light.
God, help me to forget the mouse carcass (?) in his drawer.
Please, I love him still, but I don't wanna love him anymore.
All the shapes my hands assume
While always being two hands.
Now I can hold you down.
Now I can hold you down.
Now I can hold you down.
Now I can hold you down.
In the morning your alarm was going off a lot of times.
And it's ringing in the new year, going underneath my eyes.
I'm unknown but I'm not lonely when I'm only just alone.
When I've never known how many threads a single sheet can hold.
I'll do the best that I can,
knowing I might fall short.
Now I begin to rouse.
Now I begin to rouse.
Now I begin to rouse.
Now I begin to rouse.
And I don't expect a miracle that lightens everything.
Just a little bit of carefulness and now you've got to leave.
A finger picking bits of lint from the outside of my coat.
The hands who tuck the label back inside the collar of my shirt.
I like the shapes that we made
lying an-hour-and-a-half in the the snow.
I like the brief way the rain,
ruins all traces of having been there.
Now I can move on.
Now I can move on.
Now I can move on.
Now I can move on.