C'est Dire

It's time to say
That clouds at their worst
Are always animals
That dreams are made of skin

That there is no sigh
Which further inspires us
That to find the words
We start from scratch

That's to say, that's to say

It's time to say
That tears without laughter
Have a taste of the ocean
To salt lovers

That the night knows how to sleep
And sirens flee
Its frames are made of water
That is to say they had a close call

That's to say, that's to say

It's time to say
That black holes suck
Indigo colors
That we never love too much

That by dint of smiling
It's flowers that we attract
That we only know rimbaud
In photos and words

That's to say, that's to say
That dreams can be enough

It's time to say
That the Moon knows lie
The croissant for fakes
The past is up there

Let the sea retreat
So that we can feed
From its lovers' rafts
We will never be too many

That's to say, that's to say
That dreams can be enough

That's to say, that's to say
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough

That's to say, that's to say
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough

This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough
This is to say that dreams can be enough