Life would have
The taste of water
Of a question never asked
The anchored blandness
Under the skin
We would avoid intensity

We have reached the point
Where few things matter to us
A sky, a kiss, a refrain
Let's not slam the door

We still feel the fear
That sticks to us, in summer
Condemned to intensity
To what saturates the colors

There would be no more pain
No joy to lift us
The angers would be surpassed
Nothing that tests the heart anymore

We have reached the point
Where few things matter to us
A sky, a kiss, a refrain
Let's not slam the door

We still feel the fear
That sticks to us, in summer
Condemned to intensity
To what saturates the colors

Spared by the great ordeal
History insists on brushing us
A few seasons to avoid each other
A small deviation on the river
But we can hear the thunder
And the needle, so frantic
The electrified particles
Cause strange flows in the air

Life would have
The taste of water

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