Of Illusions Paroles

Now something's missing

Remember the old bus stop

It was a mecca for drunkards, one day heroes

So many times we'd cry up there staining our shirts

With cheap red wine


Now I look at you but I cannot see you

You soak up your life like a sponge

And me, well... I'll drink up another coffee

I'll keep on wasting my faith

Let's write our words up on the wall
They will matter there

An interview with you I've seen in that colour magazine

Confident of what you want

You'll make investments

The winner takes it all, takes it all