oh how i become inspired to write every time i look at you.
oh how i imagine what your body would look like next to mine

i imagine how you would correct my punctuation
i imagine how you would taste in my mouth
i imagine how your skin would feel on mine
i imagine the words that would escape your mouth and inspire my ears
i imagine what makes you laugh
i imagine walking next to you and feeling the same breeze
i imagine what your voice sounds like after a few Bourbons
i imagine if you would find me weird that i like to hide away in my room
i imagine if you will judge me on what i look like
i imagine what your first words will be to me
i imagine if you snore at night
i imagine if you like to laugh and what your laugh may sound like
i imagine if you like to sleep with the light on or off
i imagine if you eat with your mouth open or closed
i imagine if you would appreciate my body as i do
i imagine if you will hate my parents at times as much as i do
i imagine what your first "lie" to me will be
i imagine if you will recognize me 10 years from now
i imagine if you will wipe my tears
i imagine if you will hold my hair back
i imagine if you will "pull" my hair
i imagine if you will inspire me to be who i have always wanted to be
i imagine if i will inspire you to be who you have always wanted to be
i imagine if you will take me to places i have never seen
i imagine if you will take my body to places it has never seen
i imagine if you will get me to take a smoke again
i imagine if you will understand the fact i enjoy a good beer once in awhile
i imagine if you will understand my life
i imagine if you will make me loose my voice in Ecstasy
i imagine if you will find places on me that i have yet to find
i imagine if you will run your hands through my hair and tell me "yeah, you are OK"
i imagine if you will take me to where you feel safe
i imagine if you tell me my writing is AWFUL
i imagine if you will tell me i am beautiful
i imagine if you would like to dance to me
i imagine if you will be playful with me
i imagine if you will be rude to me
i imagine if you will tell me i am a Bitch
i imagine if you will call me just so i can hear you breathe
i imagine you taking a bath with me
i imagine you walking with me
i imagine you telling me to "jump on"
i imagine you telling me you hate me
i imagine you being you and nothing else
i imagine the beauty that surrounds you and why i can not be there. it makes me sad
i imagine if you can keep your word or not young soul
i imagine if you feel as old as i do in this body
i imagine if you will respect my body as i will respect yours
i imagine if you will ever be tempted to tempt me
i imagine if you will make me laugh once more

I imagine you. at any given time.

There are theives, who rob us blind,
and kings, who kill us fine,
but steady, the rights and the wrongs
invade us, as innocent song.
I'm not ready, I'm not ready
For the weight of us, for the weight of all of us.

There's a cold heart, burried beneath,
and warm blood, running deep.
Secrets - are mine to keep
protected by silent sleep
I'm not ready,

The time has come, let us be brave....
Shake off all of your sins, the time has come....

Tout le monde est une drôle de personne,
Et tout le monde a l'âme emmêlée,
Tout le monde a de l'enfance qui ronronne,
Au fond d'une poche oubliée,
Tout le monde a des restes de rêves,
Et des coins de vie dévastés

Il faudrait que tout l'monde réclame auprès des autorités,
Une loi contre toute notre solitude,
Que personne ne soit oublié,
Et que personne ne soit oublié

Il faudrait que tout l'monde réclame auprès des autorités,
Une loi contre toute notre indifférence,
Que personne ne soit oublié,
Et que personne ne soit oublié.

Tout le monde est une drôle de personne,
Et tout le monde a une âme emmêlée,
Tout le monde a de l'enfance qui résonne,
Au fond d'une heure oubliée,

Translation:

everyone is a strange sort of person
and everyone's got a mixed up soul
everyone has a childhood that hums
deep inside a forgotten pocket
everyone has dream remnants
and devasted corners of lives
one day everyone looked for something
but everyone found nothing


everyone should demand from the authorities
a law that casts out our solitude
so that no one is forgotten
and that no one is forgotten

everyone has one life that is passing
but no one remembers
i see those who fold, and even break it
and those who don't even see it

everyone is a strange sort of person
and everyone's got a mixed up soul
everyone has a childhood that echoes
deep inside a forgotten hour

Please play Me