Les Belles Choses Songtext
von Trunks

Wrong, it′s wrong, so wrong
That's not over
Gone, it′s gone, so gone
It can't take over
Even if sometimes the soft soil of dark minds remains
We know also that everything can tip over

Alone, alone, alone
And flush under
Alone, was numb, alone
Can't breathe louder


The touch of the sky
Of the wind and sand
Has come to haunt
More than anything
The touch of the sky
Of the wind and sand
Has come to haunt
More than anything

I know you′re there
I know you′re there, my friends
And I know you're there
I know you′re there, my friends
My friends
I know you're there
I know you′re there, my friends
My friends
I know you're there
I know you′re there, my friends