There is no dawn,
There is no breath,
Everybody's gone
In this town of death.

A town of frost,
Until the end ,
Only the ghosts
Are his best friends.

Boy's living in a poor town,
A town of death,
Boy's living downtown
With no sign o breath.

Nights go by,
Indian scream,
Spirits cry
In the moonbeam.

All alone
With the past,
All is gone
With his hour-glass.

Boy's living in a poor town...

With his head in the clouds.

Love's gone out
Sparkling cenders,
Love's a fight
In this universe.

Memory,
Cut the rope,
It's a sea
Where can floats the hope.

Boy's living in a poor town...

With his head in the clouds.

Shiny town,
Translucents stones,
Pretty sounds,
Never ending dawns.

« No more fear ! »
The boy said,
« All is here
In my little head ! »


Boy's living in a poor town...

With his head in the clouds.

Texte et musique Franck George - 20 Janvier 1991