Le troisième temps est à jamais (2009)

Those strangers in our beds

are excluded by our love.

This time we must be sure,

for it'll be forever.

There cant be doubts,

nor any games.

We must draw a line

in front of the past.

Those whispers in the corner

are excluded by our love.

People will always resent

something so sought after.

We can no longer let that be

or we wont have learnt.

This is about us.

Nobody else.

The mistakes and doubts

are excluded by our love.

For this to be, we must allow it.

There can be no looking back.

The good times always

outweigh the others.

But if we want more,

we will have to earn them.

They are far from burning out,

like a thousand hollow stars.

For when I look up to the sky,

they are still as bold.

As though science and reason, are also,

excluded by our love.