He's a loner, he's a drifter
From point to point, always further
He latches on and lets it go
That elusive feeling he needs to know.
It's a new dawn on life's horizon
It's a new friend without reason
He waits around and plunges down
He pulls her out and there's her crown.
Big Bang near the Big Ben
Owl grey circling the hen
Now he's on a communion cloud
New friendship can be so loud.
Cette fois-ci c'est bien la bonne
Pas d'autruche ni de grognonne
La ruche foisonne et elle vit
Elle se méliore et se miellit.
Trop.
And the fruit ripens and sours
It takes weeks, not days or hours
All those flies fly so slyly
The bond crumbles slowly.
They paint her ripped out nails
But on that day he bails
So they laugh and bitch and play
Flotting oh so far away.
Reflective and dejected
Deflecting the rejected
He pierces his soul with pellets of rain
Filling his brain with buckets of pain.
Même ses douillets oreillers
Ne font que le maintenir éveillé
Et son mince matelas de fortune
N'est qu'un lambeau d'amertume.
Encore.
He's a loner, he's a drifter
From point to point, always further
He latches on and lets it go
That elusive feeling he needs to know.
