We are the lucky ones We speak with the same tones with our feet Planting simultaneously We are the chosen few We reek of our future No matter how hard we try we can't run We are no longer who we were than We are no longer who we were We are no longer us We walked different ways to find ourselves Far from the places we call home Your pale skin was soft the day you left, Pillow creases in my bed, Wrinkled reminder of your shape. Someday I'll see you again... Someday I'll see you again... Il a (...) une fois, Nous sommes un matin[(uncomprehensible)] Le sommes pas (?) Nous sommes deux choses detachées Le baisé de vous que j'oublie Je ne connais plus vôtre voix, Je ne parle pas vôtre nom. The air will be bitter And sweet on the morning when we meet Since the last time you held me. I'll offer words, you'll say them too We will spit out all our news Of only written rehearsed lines. With these words I will relearn you. With these words I will relearn you. And someday I'll see you again... And someday I'll see you again...