A Million Colours

I can see how the world
Could exist without me (without me)
I can feel how that space
Would be filled perfectly (perfectly)

I can feel how the air
Would survive me not there
I can feel how the ground
Would not cry
Not a sound (not a sound)

You, I can't quite imagine you gone
You, a million bright colours all strewn about

I can see how the dark
Sits inside every thought
Like a light made to be
Hoisted up finally (finally)

I can sense but not touch
How to not be alive
I can feel everything
Like a storm deep inside

You, I can't quite imagine you gone
You, a million bright colours all strewn about

Your old stories such ramshackle bliss
Your pale radiant skin and unending kiss
You, I can't quite imagine you gone
You, a million bright colours all strewn about
You, a million bright colours all strewn about
You, a million bright colours all strewn about

Tu as compris déjà, y a la mort
Parce qu'il y a des gens devant toi qui sont loin et qui sont, avant, morts
Ils sont pas là
Mais il faut pas être, toi aussi, d'être pensés d'ça
Tu peux mourir demain ou bien après-demain, tu sais pas
Comment tu vas mourir?
Il faut pas être peur de mourir
Quand tu es dans ta tête, tu peux mourir, chaque jour tu penses ça
Ça veut dire que tu vas être peur de la mort