I want to know what you thought, fight what you fought See how you saw Or is it all just piffle stuffed with the riffle of your dreams All that we see or seem: letters on letters from the old machine You're the real go-getter I believe in scars, the heart of the rebel Truth of the matter: did it matter to you?
Genet, I want to celebrate spring, early in the fields with the dew on our skin Coffee to my lips, tapping on the table with my fingertips We're ok, today is another day
I keep holding on to you
Genet, what is art if art is us It's a cultural thing, maybe a misunderstanding Honesty, a magnet to the truth Can you find in me what I lost in you
I fake a smile And you will hear that on the end on the line your lonely eyes are just like mine And it's a matter of time, hurry home I keep a hollow hope to the dial-tone
I keep holding on I'm holding on to you
Genet, we're in the heart of the game Grow from the rocks, from the green, from the pain I fight, because I crave to endow the moment, the past, the future, the now Monet said; ‘Find the right light when you paint. Dig inside.' So I give in to my vowels, to my sins I cut the grain to harvest you
Genet, let's try to regain I don't believe in the end of this game I live, not to be safe, to be right, it's all or nothing now or we never might Give me a wave I can ride all the way down till we're back with the tide Love, don't you think it's enough We're nowhere together if we can't praise what we've got
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