De clic en clic, on ne sait plus comment on a atterri là, mais on y est bien. Alors on y reste ; et on partage.
My life in rooms,
and your life in books,
and somewhere between,
that’s where we meet.Everything is a like a photograph,
we’ll hang it on the walls,
picture frames and post cards,
we’re in love,
with everything ,
that is lost.You and I know,
that there is no god,
so we clean the house,
we go out for drives.And you go now to your books,
and I to my rooms,
and everything is so soft,
When we are,
hiding out,
in these rooms.
Lyrics from www.myspace.com/barzinh