Sticky Situation

Standing in the middle of a crowd
Silently waiting for a sign
All around me every sound is loud
I fell like another shell into the tide

This is a sticky situation
It is beyond all imagination

Listening to the wise voice of the moon
Falling to the ground in a swoon
Travelling random like the creatures of the wind
Travelling random like the creatures of the wind

This is a sticky situation
It is beyond all imagination

You're stuck into that room
Counting the shadows
Crying in the gloom
That your eyes swallow
Wake Up!

I feel the mist that comes after the tears
I hear the bells ring that make vanish my fears
Travelling random like the creatures of the wind
Travelling random like the creatures of the wind

This is a sticky situation
It was beyond all imagination

I'm comin' back
I'm coming
I'm comin' back
I'm coming



Credits
Writer(s): François Borne
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