EXILE

Lonely streets and blinded sky
Exile
Drinking at a fountain of venom
A choice maybe wise and safer
But I
Dreamt a tree was talking to me from this foreign land
And the tree was bleeding
And the tree was lamenting
And it’s like I’m homeless
My body shakes
It was set on fire
It was falling on the ground
And it’s like I’m bloodless
Falling on the ground
Empty people, naked eyes
Dumb smile
Drinking at a fountain of boredom
My head may be full of winter
But I
Always hear the tree, forgotten in this foreign land
And the tree is bleeding
And the tree is lamenting
And it’s like I’m homeless
My body shakes
And I’m set on fire
And I’m falling on the ground
And I’m still like bloodless
Falling on the ground

Written by Bilil / Alban Sautour 

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