Le Lac - EMÆL

I’ll never feel the sun

Our lake is heavy with walls

All leaks across the page

I’ll never bow my head

Breathe into yesterday’s kinship

La voix qui est cher a moi

This clock is not a cage

To fossilize our soul’s face

It all leaks across the page

On the surface of the lake

It begins to feel like I might win

The hallway always spins

It’s falling out of place again

Too rare to die

Too strange to live long

Breathe in yesterday’s kinships

La voix qui est cher a moi