Jean Pierre Taieb

Time, pass no shore beneath the haze;
The infinite of night arrives.
Drift away from that land--
The hurt, the blame.

Alone from the soul,
Here's my existence;
The reason to love,
Here's my divide.
Alone from the soul....

Frozen, we leave
That holding storm over the night
(Over the night)

Alone from the soul,
Here's my existence;
The reason to love,
Here's my divide.

Alone....