«I’ve seen the cracks between the walls I see the paint is thinning out I’ve seen the feet beneath the curtain As it slowly unfolds I got bored of the convincing I got numbed from all the noise I could laugh or be sentimental And I could tell you once more, oh oh
I would walk with you If you would walk with me…»
Parce que j'adore ces fabuleux instants ou, par hasard et de façon inattendue, j'entends à la radio ou ailleurs une voix qui d'un coup me happe dans un univers jusque là inconnu...
Et d'un coup, je[...]