La Couleur Du Temps

I know the color of time
I know the street of the kids
I know the streets of winter
I know the world upside down

I know the smell of money
I know the madness of people
I know your mom better than your dad
Who made the rain, the good weather

It's a story of crazies
Blinded from all sides
Who dream standing up with their fists closed
Who shut their eyes to forget

I know hell on Earth
I know the merchant's daughter
I know the eyes of nothingness
And I know war, war will come back

I know the edge of the sea
I know eyes so haunting
I know the color of time
And I hope there's still time

It's a story of crazies
Blinded from all sides
Who dream standing up with their fists closed
Who shut their eyes to forget

This story of crazies
Sleeping while standing
Nobody gives a damn
It was about time I got to the end
Of this story of
Sleeping while standing
Sleeping while standing
Sleeping while standing