Ta Main
Grégoire
Your Hand
You know I struggle,
Still to talk about you,
It seems it's normal,
There are no rules in these games.
You know my voice tightens,
When I see you in the photos,
You know my heart gets lost,
I think it thinks of you a bit too much.
That's how it is,
That's how it is.
I would have liked to hold your hand,
A little longer...
I would have liked to hold your hand,
A little longer...
I would have liked my sorrow,
To last just a moment.
And you know I hope at least,
That you hear me.
It's hard to break the silence,
Even in the screams, even in the party,
It's hard to fight the absence,
Because that idiot does as she pleases.
And no one can understand,
We each have our own story.
I was told to wait,
For the pain to become insignificant.
That's how it is,
That's how it is.
I would have liked to hold your hand,
A little longer...
I would have liked to hold your hand,
A little longer...
I would have liked my sorrow,
To last just a moment.
And you know I hope at least,
That you hear me.
I wanted to tell you I was proud,
To have been at least one day,
A bit your friend and brother,
Even if life has its detours.
That's how it is,
That's how it is.
I would have liked to hold your hand,
A little longer...
I would have liked to hold your hand,
A little longer...
I would have liked my sorrow,
To last just a moment.
And you know I hope at least,
That you're waiting for me.
