Renaissance (Posthume)

Tête dans la lune
Renaissance posthume
Sourire à huis clos
Époque sans mots
They call you the antidote of love
That's the way you hear them laugh
No gentle form of humility
Never-ending signs of mockery
You slowly slide into inner-life
The faithful pain at your side
Salted rain on your face
Nothing but a breeze, a breeze to embrace

Je m'enfuis, la tête dans la lune
Je rêve d'un âge sans amertume
Falling into a world of reverie
The cure to your desperate Calvary
Grains of sand tickling your hair
It feels like, it feels like floating through the air

Je m'imagine rattraper mon destin
Par enchantement, le réécrire de ma propre main
The wind turns into your breath
Venus gets storm instead
You're smiling sitting on a rainbow
Soon, soon, soon the dream will go

And you're staring at the sky
Questioning the stars
Asking Venus why?
You feel like flying away
Chasing the stars
While your goddess gives way
And you're staring at the sky
Questioning the stars
Asking Venus why?
You beg your dream to stay
Chasing the stars
While your goddess gives way