Le Lac

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