I Might Float

There is something in the [bad word] 
It's the spring time floating on, upon the city I won't blow it but (won't blow it but) 
I will leave this town by the weekend if you 
Buy me a ticket out to save my money for
the dark days (..oney for the dark)

I will travel through the seas until the summer voices of
the fire noises of
the burning witches call me home

And I will find the strength to give up all the things I'm made up of
the things I'm made up of
the leaves are tied up on my arms

And I miss that confort in being [bad word] by the king and the princess
the king and the princess
the king and the princess
the king and the princess
the lights and the flashes..
..

I might float for a second through the shadows of my reason
For my own, my own on the rainbow above the ocean
I might float for a second through the shadows of my reason
For my own, my own children on the rainbow above the ocean
(There is something in the [bad word] 
It's the spring time floating on upon the city..)
I might float for a second through the shadows of my reason
For my own, my own children on the rainbow above the ocean

(Merci à Jenny Bigoude pour cettes paroles)