Amours des feintes

Love of feints
False pretenses
Late Infanta
Strutting
Cards in a straight
Building up
A prince's palace
Catalan

Love of feints
Only one can
Scintillating decay
Windward Island
Where we borrow
Feelings
The labyrinth
Obsessive

And as if nothing had happened
We play on emotion
Between autumn and summer
Lie by omission

Love of feints
False pretenses
Late Infanta
Strutting
Strange fear
While listening
The sweet complaints
Wind

Love of feints
In the present
And we wear ourselves out
Out of time
And yet many
Times we tend
To maintain
Nir long

Can't time stop?
In the fire of our passions
He consumes them without mercy
And it's without remission

Love of feints
False pretenses
Late Infanta
Strutting
Absinthe color
Smell of time
I will never be
As before

Love of feints
In the distance I hear
There that rings
The time
From these footprints
From our twenties
Only the shades remain
From yesteryear

Who can be and have been
I ask the question
Maybe I was meant to be
Dreaming of escape