Newest of Nights

It's impossible to feel at home When the crowd's come into their own All eyes turned in attention Forget those blind few I can still hear your words Through reverberation of repetition These halls now emptied I'll continue to live in it's paradise It's my own jealousy that I'll haver to store Shelved in a high place But i'll always have a ladder nearby Nous t'aimons Mais, c'est impossible Je ne t'aime pas Je ne peux pas J'ai le rien Parce que Je n'ai mon coeur Et donc Je ne t'ai pas Et tu Tu ne m'aimes pas Nous t'aimons Mais, c'est impossible