Lyrics

Where does your mind go
When you wake?
What do you touch
To know it’s not fake?
Where do reach
To test your senses
Soil to the buildings
Constructing your fences

What a gruel
Isn’t it cruel
It’s a fine time to know me
Now

I feel a fool
Never cool
It’s a fine time to know me
Now

If I doubt
I must be me
Je pense
Donc, Je suis
But is it I
Or just an occurrence
A sign of my soul
Or a cerebral utterance