Kilomètre Zéro.

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Kilomètre Zéro
(The Lure of a Clean Slate)

As I faced the cathedral I shouted her name
My throat burned as my plea flared aloft like a flame.
When the sound echoed back, still resounding with blame
I learned it will be her this old city will claim.

As these colours pale to their dullest shade
The shiny pangs of grief that cut me like a blade
Have carved into the nerve and made the feeling fade.
As these longings stray from whom I've betrayed
The comfort in this torpor makes me so afraid
To fold a hand of cards another would have played.

I stroll back, smouldering bitterness, savouring the taste
Of this smoke, blown adrift with the hopes I've displaced
Every street still replete with designs gone to waste
Every building a token of loss un-embraced

As these colours pale to their dullest shade
The shiny pangs of grief that cut me like a blade
Have carved into the nerve and made the feeling fade.
As these longings stray from whom I've betrayed
The comfort in this torpor makes me so afraid
Of running from this future when I could have stayed.

Vaults of glass, webs of steel, tower over the throng
Men in coats rush in silence to where they belong
As the carriage slows down I keep biting my tongue
Will I ever know whether I got it all wrong?

I moved back, I crawled back, I partook in the game
And I still think of you and I still feel the same
This connection won't fade, this old chain will remain
All the lingering chords will still haunt us in vain
And I know you won't come and I know we're insane
We together deny the way out of this pain
But if ever we severed our shackles of shame
We'd be better than ever together again

As these colours pale to their dullest shade
The shiny pangs of grief that cut me like a blade
Have carved into the nerve and made the feeling fade.
As these longings stray from whom I've betrayed
The comfort in this springtime makes me so afraid
Of leaving her forever when I should have stayed.

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from The Germ., released April 21, 2013

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