You’re not a friend of mine, but I’m not afraid of dying
I just want to live alive,
I wanna give it a try and face the ghosts that trouble my night
I’m gonna play my dime, even if chances are tight

It’s better to go now, before chances are gone
Dans les bras du hasard, j’ai glissé mon destin, ma douleur
J’ai laissé mon chagrin,
J’ai caressé l’espoir en douceur, j’ai oublié mes peurs

Quand s’approche l’hiver, if faut rentrer son bois
C’est le moment de le faire, avant que ne s’abatte le froid
I know it sounds insane, but I’m not the one to blame
When hope is fighting pain in a kind of silly game
With such a beast to tame and a referee so lame
So I need to place my bet, I need to force the fate
Before I’m getting old, before it’s getting cold
Before chances are gone

Je veux redéployer mes ailes et tutoyer les arcs en ciel
When the chance comes and says your name, you’ll sense it’s the moment to decide
Je veux remarcher sur les braises, faire le saut de l’ange du haut des falaises

Don’t wait, just go for it, you know it is time to set the time
Puisque je n’ai plus rien à perdre, entre combat et prière
Now you feel it must be done, just get a ticket to the unknown
Aujourd’hui je choisis le glaive, pour qu’un nouveau jour se lève
And feel reborn, and feel reborn
J’ai trop donné, je veux qu’on me donne, before chances are gone

Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done

Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of air
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Rolling by
On the beach
With the three of us
Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of ice
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Passing by
On the beach
With the three of us
Running with the wind
The hands on the clock
Are frozen
Though the sun keeps shining

Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter Saturday
We were glowing on this sunny Saturday