At night, my fingers get nervous on a blurred picture of you
My fists squeeze up hard, caught in my ephemeral dream
But in the middle oh the somber, your hand finds mine
Ands squeeze it hard, so hard
I stand out from the reality a somber scenario of my existence
Without ever really taking advantage of the life
Everything send back to me to you, to my happiness
Sometimes the ditch which prevent me to be radiant fills up
Leaving me the free way, the key to block the impasse
But I always return to the nothingness
Which aspirates me rather than pushes me
Then you hand tightens
Your hand which finds mine
And squeeze it hard, so hard
And your hand never releases mine
And I pull you with me
In my flood of pessimism
I listen to neither my reason nor my heart
I'm really too much stubborn
Full of pride and prejudices
While letting me sink
But, always, your hand tightens towards me
A blurred ans inexistent body
Lying at the bottom of the ocean
Your hand always catches up mine
And squeezes it hard, so hard
But why to live inexistent ?
Spectator of its own film ?
Why to live invisible ?
After all, I have only to hold me to your hand
So that our smiles let shine a ray oh hope
And squeez hard your hand
More hard than ever.