Tu Dors

You're asleep or maybe you're playing dead
I haven't heard from you anymore
Images galore, images on the escalator
They come back to me, I cast a spell on them
I take them, I throw them out
I stay on the watchtower

In front of the vanishing point
I'm taking the wheel again
Watch my driving
I turn, I turn, I turn

You in the dead man's place
I beg you, wake up, you're sleeping
I'll take all the blame
And all the sacrifices. But now you're asleep
We quickly return to neutral
And each in their own corridor
We reassure ourselves in this setting

In front of the vanishing point
I'm taking the wheel again
Watch my driving
I turn, I turn, I turn

I no longer have a mentor
Maybe I have the devil in me
I had to open the blinds
To touch the unusual
When you sleep
Do I feel remorse?
Do we disagree?
Or clinging to the golden ring?

In front of the vanishing point
I'm taking the wheel again
Watch my driving
I turn, I turn, I turn
Again and again

You're asleep, but do you think I'm still dreaming?
Or am I going to go overboard?
Where did all our efforts go?
You're asleep, but I turned on the transistor radio
And I turned the volume up really loud
Rightly or wrongly

In front of the vanishing point
I'm taking the wheel again
Watch my driving
I turn, I turn, I turn
Again and again