作词 : Olivier Coursier

作曲 : Olivier Coursier

Outside it's nighttime and you're mine again

Red lights and thick frost are clothing all the land

Your breath draws a cloud on the window of our car

Our eyes exhausted, still begging for more

Engraved in wildness, have we gone too far?

Somewhere four wheels unwind the roar of their power

This road is a snake skin, glittering and bald

Like a reptile, that gash the frozen soil

The world is not ours

But faster than the rain

We cut the night

We're random bullets, love

Shot by some drunken god

Guilty only, of growing old

Hours like fires, burning our beliefs

Soon the sun will rise up and sew us in its dreams

Forgetting that we're sailors, without wind in our sails

Twins by the heartbeat until the morning brakes

Dismissed in dizziness, and begging for more

Have we ever noticed that nothing last for ever?

Faces toward the sky, 'cause the unknown is sublime

Printing every hour in polaroids of mine

The world is not ours

But faster than the rain

We cut the night

We're random bullets, love

Shot by some drunken god

Oh guilty only, oh guilty only

Of growing old, of growing old

Of growing old, of growing old

Of growing old

Hours like fires, burning our beliefs

Truth is right there baby, even if we bleed

Night roads are coal coats on the muscles

Of the world, leading us to nowhere

'Cause nowhere is our home

Nowhere is our home

Oh guilty only, of growing old

We're random bullets, love

The world is not ours

But faster than the rain

We cut the night

We're random bullets, love

The world is not ours

But faster than the rain

We cut the nigh