Winter '92, I was born in the shadows, without a father, without a first name
It's not paradise under our feet, it's maybe not the season
In underwear in the house, asking ourselves questions
Why does mom cry in silence?
Why does it give me chills?
Another firefighter in our living room showing an envelope on the table
I know what will be on it, I don't read it
The parents will be back before the evening
So we turn the microwave on again
Hoping that Martin is doing well
They said it was mom's fault
So I don't trust any doctor
I come from the North so I get wasted on beer
I dream that I'm on the highway in reverse (yeah)
I have my hands on the wheel, they're making out in the back
It was me in her eyes the day before yesterday (yeah)
He said, "Love is dead" (it's dead)
And I didn't find a counter-example
So I understand that it's time to break up
When she wants me to explain my feelings
I watch the blood dance in my eyelids
It will always soon be time to leave
Or to lift the carpets, to tell the dust
Since in the end, we are what we breathe
The scabs on our knees are still there
Like the expressions of embarrassment in class photos
The devices are just more expensive but I'm still the same jerk
As when I thought it was the factory smoke that caused the fog
Pff, nonsense, now, I'm all lost in the apartment
The ghosts of the past talk to me any old way
Hey, shut your mouths, we've already grown up under constraint
The one-on-one because someone told someone that dad was a jerk
My dad is a legend, even drunk on the sidewalk
And we rewrite the endless story by reinventing ourselves a bit in the end
I pretend to look you in the eyes
But I squint a bit to look in the blur
Because I don't assume at all what I saw
Souls of wandering children in adult problems
Despair kills, bad luck doesn't saturate
When the judge points her finger at you
We never know what's going on under other people's roofs
The grass is just a little cheaper at the neighbor's
It's us that the gym teacher calls "What's-his-name"

What remains of our stars?
What will we remember from these stories?
When the lights go out
What remains of our stars?
What will we remember from these stories?
When the lights go out
What remains of our stars?
What will we remember from these stories?
When the lights go out

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