Spoken in french, end of the night Taking a cab home through the blue orange light Where the cars talk in whispers, the bakeries claim for the air How i wish i could stay, but i was never there Watching the box, mute button on Watching a man talking about something wrong He's in his late sixties, he speaks with his hands His glance always looks to the left but i can't look beyond... How i try to wake But the moment i wake up i see something i made up Why? Give me somebody else's eyes You pick on the loneliest people You pick out the loneliest world And you stand for no-one And you stand like her But i try to release her, i try to forget you But down in the long gaze, just great But i am king and i You say there's something on the main Here are my faults, i am a man What could i do? don't want to know if i can Build buildings and rescue, sow seeds with my hands I've come here to look far away but i can't look beyond.... How i try to wake But the moment i wake up i see something i made up Why? Give me somebody else's eyes You pick on the loneliest people You pick out the loneliest world And you stand for no-one And you stand like her But i try to release her, i try to forget you But down in the long gaze, just great But i am king and i There's something on, there's something on the main You pick on the loneliest people You pick out the loneliest world And you stand for no-one And you stand like her But i try to release her, i try to forget you But down in the long gaze, just great Down in the long gaze just waiting for her Down in the long gaze just, The long gaze, just great