Warning Sign.

Come on in

I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in

I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones

I started looking for a warning sign

When the truth is, I miss you

Yeah the truth is, that I miss you, so.

tempo, tempo, tempo, tempo.
tic toc tic toc.

Tributo á poeta.

"vois comme je lutte
vois ce que je perds
en sang et en eau"