Dreaming Of An Isle, part I.
Mom and daddy said we're lucky, but we have not any money
We just have a little house, with creeps all around the house
But we should be very happy, in a country, in a city
They don't want to murder us, but they don't want any of us
From what I see, I'm like 30, I start to feel misanthropy
Should I go, should I stay ? I don't know anyway
When you're in your adulthood
Time to leave you neighorhood
One day, I'll wake up and I will pack my stuffs
Nobody'll find me or any of my stuffs
But I guess nobody cares, because people never care
Never ever care, it's becoming a crime to share
I'll be standing there, in the hall of the airport
Afraid there's no place where I won't be so bored
Will I miss friends ? I think I'll miss my friends
It's hard to leave the plane, but I'll do it in the end
And I'll come back again...
For now