ALBUM REVIEW: Soaring – Soaring
Do you think the stars care?
Do you think the stars care?
M’enfonçant dans toujours plus de nuit.
I’ve eaten lies to fend you off.
Did you find what you left for?
Dans le tumulte de la nuit
In a forest, with insects eating my body, I would not be afraid of that.
Clipped like a young rose.
A vacant hospital room to pack.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.