The Twins from the End of the World
When the world is your own country.
And all your memories are rusty.
You can only have a half-life,
And feel half alive.
When your eyes are hooked on the open sea.
Images of a forgotten face.
Figurative frescos of my desire,
To find you
Like keeping an eye on the smoke and never see the fire.
Like looking for an invisible wire.
The twins from the end of the world
The twins from the end of the world
Yellowed posters on the bedroom's walls,
Like pictures of everything we lived.
Like looking for a mirror that will never exist.
I thought I saw you on a thousand crossroads.
I hailed hundreds of people,
Who seemed to look like you.
A life preserver, on a sea
Of faces
Like keeping an eye on the smoke and never see the fire.
Like looking for an invisible wire.
The twins from the end of the world
The twins from the end of the world
And I know I won't see you again.
Looking for your voice when, i'll only find a silent, gravestone.
But like the wind,
I sometimes feel you on my skin even if this is vain hope,
That your image, is a mirage.
An airstream mixing up destiny,
And the promises,
That I made to myself, made to myself.
And we struggle against these obscure prophecies
That deprive us of light.
And you remain a white spot at the end of the road,
Inaccessible yet so,
Visible
Like keeping an eye on the smoke and never see the fire.
Like looking for an invisible wire.
The twins from the end of the world
The twins from the end of the world
We are looking for a wire
That would take us farther, higher.
We are looking
And all your memories are rusty.
You can only have a half-life,
And feel half alive.
When your eyes are hooked on the open sea.
Images of a forgotten face.
Figurative frescos of my desire,
To find you
Like keeping an eye on the smoke and never see the fire.
Like looking for an invisible wire.
The twins from the end of the world
The twins from the end of the world
Yellowed posters on the bedroom's walls,
Like pictures of everything we lived.
Like looking for a mirror that will never exist.
I thought I saw you on a thousand crossroads.
I hailed hundreds of people,
Who seemed to look like you.
A life preserver, on a sea
Of faces
Like keeping an eye on the smoke and never see the fire.
Like looking for an invisible wire.
The twins from the end of the world
The twins from the end of the world
And I know I won't see you again.
Looking for your voice when, i'll only find a silent, gravestone.
But like the wind,
I sometimes feel you on my skin even if this is vain hope,
That your image, is a mirage.
An airstream mixing up destiny,
And the promises,
That I made to myself, made to myself.
And we struggle against these obscure prophecies
That deprive us of light.
And you remain a white spot at the end of the road,
Inaccessible yet so,
Visible
Like keeping an eye on the smoke and never see the fire.
Like looking for an invisible wire.
The twins from the end of the world
The twins from the end of the world
We are looking for a wire
That would take us farther, higher.
We are looking
Credits
Writer(s): Alexis Beau, Reda Hadefi
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