It's so fragile
A paper plane in the wind
I draw
I want to be like dad when I grow up
Airline pilot
Playing in the clouds all the time

I'm five years old
And I would like to see
The other side of the wall
When I swing
It doesn't seem so hard

But who took my book
Who drowned the dog
Mom, tell Columbine
To open the bathroom
Or I'll kill her with my own hands

I'm fifteen
And I don't have time
The bus won't wait
Especially this time
The driver will take me
Not to school at all
Maybe to Alaska
This idea is not so crazy
I think

Damn! Where did I put my keys
It's late, I need to go home
I think I'm a bit drunk

But less than Amandine
And we lost Benjamin
I think they're both throwing up
In the garden
And tomorrow there's an exam

I'm twenty
I'm the master of time
Of times, of all times
If we walked slower
We could go back in time

Honey, find my tie
I'm late, hurry up
Before I kick you

I love you but I'm tired
And time is so pressing
I'm not even shaved
Damn it

I'm forty
And I don't have the time
That I had at twenty
To tell you that you're beautiful my angel

But in a gust of wind
I lost my hair
I lost some teeth
I no longer look like what I want

I blink
The universe is so white
In my gray pupil
And my wrinkles tell me

That I'm sixty
And I didn't see it coming
The few clockmakers
Who came to warn me

That rather than loving to write my time
It's better to love people
Yes, it's better to love people
When you're still twenty.

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