Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Remy Van Kesteren
Harpe
Pitou
Voix principales
Marc Alberto
Saxophone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Remy Van Kesteren
Paroles/Composition
Pitou
Paroles/Composition
Wannes Salomé
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Remy Van Kesteren
Production
Wannes Salomé
Production
Katie Tavini
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
There is a tenderness in spring
A breaking of the cold
Here she is to unfold
So full of hope
Foolish but true
Was out of sync with all the rest
Wanted to hold the world
Wanted her to unfurl
And feel her breath upon my skin
I found there's something to look upto
I want that fire to become all of me
It seems I'm near
I'm coming closer
Don't tell me; 'stop'
I'm coming closer
I am here
I'm my own
I won't fold into darkness
I'll make my own home
I'm not a ghost
I will ask her to guide me
Towards the others that I used to fear so badly
I'll be good, good to all of them
Still there is something to look up to
And I want that fire to become all of me
It seems I'm near
I'm coming closer
Don't tell me; 'stop'
I'm coming closer
I am here
I'm my own
I won't fold into darkness
I'll make my own home
I'm not a ghost
And I am here
I'm my own
I won't fold into darkness
I'll make my own home
I'm not a ghost
Written by: Pitou, Remy Van Kesteren, Wannes Salomé

