we used to work with old books
and we used to eat at twelve
happy with it see the day is done
at dusk we often drank a beer
talking about our next trip
but this time is gone away
yeah this time is gone away
now job is done, and who cares
reality is on the web
i chosed my fake world, by a lake
the house is small but it’s our place
squirels and birds, dogs and ants
vegetables in the backyard
and if you worship winter, well
you’ll find some peace
so come my friend
‘cause this time has gone away
yeah this time has gone away
daily barbarians away
in my pocket? the milky way!
Grand' quote of the day: "il ne faut surtout pas dire ca! Je suis pret : )"