A Million Colours

I can see how the world Could exist without me (without me) I can feel how that space Would be filled perfectly (perfectly) I can feel how the air Would survive me not there I can feel how the ground Would not cry Not a sound (not a sound) You, I can't quite imagine you gone You, a million bright colours all strewn about I can see how the dark Sits inside every thought Like a light made to be Hoisted up finally (finally) I can sense but not touch How to not be alive I can feel everything Like a storm deep inside You, I can't quite imagine you gone You, a million bright colours all strewn about Your old stories such ramshackle bliss Your pale radiant skin and unending kiss You, I can't quite imagine you gone You, a million bright colours all strewn about You, a million bright colours all strewn about You, a million bright colours all strewn about Tu as compris déjà, y a la mort Parce qu'il y a des gens devant toi qui sont loin et qui sont, avant, morts Ils sont pas là Mais il faut pas être, toi aussi, d'être pensés d'ça Tu peux mourir demain ou bien après-demain, tu sais pas Comment tu vas mourir? Il faut pas être peur de mourir Quand tu es dans ta tête, tu peux mourir, chaque jour tu penses ça Ça veut dire que tu vas être peur de la mort