Stéphane Pompougnac Follow

Sitting on the wet sand, thinking of you,
dry the hung tears, while I'm looking at you,
it's alright.

Mmmmh...

The sun comes up, and I make it to the deck chair,
dry my eyes, wheel up on the surf wear,
it's alright.

Walking down the road, up to the caravan,
watch out for the being that land(e)s in the camper..., man,
it's alright.

Up to the hill and look at the city,
can't remind me on myself on how to breathe again,
it's alright.

Looking to the West and she sees my breathing,
a hundred million people around me that are grieving,
it's not alright.

Get down from the hill and back to the city,
I'm feeling every bone in my body and it's not right
it's not alright.

Get into the bar and under a kiss,
I fall down, roll around off my base with you,
it's alright.

I'm lying in my bed and I'm thinking of you,
I got no tears and I'm feeling blue,
it's alright.

I'm dreaming of another night that's spent together,
hoping that this feeling will last forever,
it's alright.

I wake up in the morning, eyes wide open,
check my little heart to see it's not broken,
it's alright.