Leaving again. [L'herbe est toujours plus verte ailleurs]. I'm only happy when I'm moving, these cars, trains, planes going somewhere. I need to pack, unpack and stick souvenirs on another walls, another stories. [Des nouveaux départs]. And my brain is rushing out for another ideas/ideals, let's reinvent myself, let's write brand new blank pages [Des promesses]. New soundtracks, notes from nowhere [Les mêmes envies]. And she's leaving with me, and he's looking at me, I'm playing hide&seek with Disappointment. I'm still running, we're still thinking. If I stand still I fall, If I stand still. [contourner des fantômes]
The French One.
The French One.
