You had eyes of earth
And mud veils
A thousand thousand seas
On your cheeks

I hold you by the arm
I say nothing, you see
It must be said that saying
Doesn't help

If we thought of nothing
For the time of a scamp
Sometimes, thinking little
Is good
And telling ourselves we're fine
Is better

There are thousands of veils
That have never seen water
We must not settle
Too much

Past the thousand mornings
If time extinguishes us
Then speaking little
Will be good
But telling ourselves we're fine
Will be better

Looking at the stars
And feeling human
Telling ourselves, we are nothing
Oh, nothing
We'll do as we can
We'll have kids
Worrying a little
Is good
But telling ourselves we're fine
Is better

There are so many scents
At the Clichy market
I found yours
Saturday
I made it my soap
I made it my song
It seems, I know
Very stupid

But you'll see, tomorrow
What refrains do
Oh, crying a little
Is good
And telling ourselves we're fine
Is little
But better

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