Lanterns in the frozen air,
We all rang those bells
And the notes were shining,
As they rose and fell
And such a horizon
Or was it just a field?
Was she left in shambles?
Was she spinning wheels?
Your separated arm, you separate
This noose will leave some marks
You separate
You are fine, but you separate the rocket from the reeds
You, you're fine but you separate the splinter
This is fantasy
Strike and ring out the bells
Super 8 hung the notes sung flat with farewell
Locked inside
Locked inside
Locked inside
Locked inside
Embrasser il a ferme
Embrasser il a ferme
You are fine, but you separate the rocket from the reeds.
You, you're fine but you separate the splinter.