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Lyrics : Here we are now, seven years Hand in hand sharing tears A horse stopped by the riverside A white bird on top waiting for the tide Shall we cross Forced to note, bitterly Our strength is fading Draining away Our love needs to shine The water’s high but we can’t swim Our mouth is dry, let’s fill this cup to the brim We need to talk but it’s hard to start No matter if it would shock We won’t let it tear us apart Shall we try? Forced to note... This ain’t no play & no crossroad We gotta share this love ‘til its end Take this way and I’ll follow you Take my hand and I’ll cherish you Forced to note..

Malgré des paroles très contrastées Golden son est une chanson lumineuse, une sorte de renaissance après un retour nostalgique sur l’enfance et ses souvenirs où se mêlent obscurité, lumière et courage..... Lyrics : I love the way you look into the darkness You ancient soul, you demystified fool Something’s strange and it’s uncontainable I suddenly have to change my plan I love the way you walk into the darkness For too long you’ve been left alone That no one could find you You, only son of a small sun Your desert heart deserves water For living you were born Golden you, gold... You, only son of the master sand I can still see the wounds Scratching the Earth and never giving up You’re still living up the rules Each day drowning these salted scars With bare hands you never loose But now how can you be reborn? From the new life you are dreaming of Your desert heart deserves water For living you were born Golden you, golden...

Cette chanson est la première que j'ai écrite à mon retour en France. Elle est venue spontanément à Strasbourg dans un appartement vide. Et j'allais comprendre bien plus tard ce qu'elle signifiait parce que j'avais laissé une partie de moi en Australie et que cette séparation avait été brutale.... Lyrics : Breaking through a dead heart Living through a waste land Honestly, I’ll never be the same Just one more day, walking to the end Remember you, asleep Lying down on the backseat Can’t barely see if all of this is real Just one more day with you driving to the end One last note on the windshield One last thought like a scream I know for sure that’s old history again One more day with you, leave it to the end