Continental Dares Paroles

and I would be
unaccompanied.

Sometimes it was part of me,
A flash of urge to find the streets,
from boyhood vigour
and shadowed figures
you'd taught me.

Frozen hands were pocket bound,
an hour was enough for me;
a ball of snow,
a wound to treat.

Eyes to lights in sky,
no need to define,
to give a name is to lie;
hollow but beautiful.

Afraid of all the stares
For the childhood
I owed you everything
that I am scared of,
and surrounded.