He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water and
The shadow on the ground whisper to him
Something lurks behind his eyes
He's walking down the Rue de Siam
No longer running, no longer talking
Towards the harbours and the quays
Attracted by the long thin wound
Of the sky watching him and the sea calling out to him
There are several ways of dying
You can make a list of them according to difficulty
She would long for the night out of sheer weariness
Her eyes went dull for she had forgotten
And she gently subsides
Nothing will break on the carpet
No blood, it's red and feels so bad
He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water and
The shadow on the ground whisper to him
Something lurks behind his eyes
He's walking down the Rue de Siam
Where all things vanish as he walks past
Even his memories of the bedroom where they designed the metal network
Whose strands grow taut and interweave
And bring us together and bind us
And then pull us apart
In any case, there's nothing behind it all
The end of the path
Why repeat same gesture when you've reached your limit
And you're getting cramped in your suit
And no spot on your suit
No blood, 'cause it's red and makes me feel so sick
He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water and
The shadow on the ground whisper to him
Something lurks behind his eyes
He's walking down the Rue de Siam (Maybe we'll laugh about it)
Further along there is nothing
Horizon is a smooth wall
Down which rejected illusions drip
That once drove him along
There are several ways of dying and one way of keeping alive
Floating between day and night
Sheltered from rough seas and time
Drifting along with the wind
Out of weariness she asked for sleep to come
For eyes to shut for the sake of oblivion
'Cause blood is red and it's dirty and it feels so bad
He's looking for evidence along the quays and the streets
Some of the pieces of his life
The reflection on the water and
The shadow on the ground whisper to him
Something lurks behind his eyes
Submarine And Iceberg (Instrumental)