paroles de chanson The Fade - Paris Street

Stare at the ceiling
Don't make a sound
Keep the breathing slow

There was a feeling
Was just around
Where did the damn thing go?

Thought it'd be different
Thought things had changed
The fickleness was quashed

A yawning distance
More of the same
An all-too-common loss

There's nothing here past today
It's not fair to her

A losing battle
As I start to fade
She doesn't even stir

Nothing besides us
A gentle snore
A brief domestic glimpse

An easy kindness
But nothing more
Why does it go like this?

There's nothing here past today
It's not fair to her

A losing battle
As I start to fade
She doesn't even stir