From the recording Forsaken Innocence
Music: Pat Sanders
Lyrics: inspired by Charles Baudelaire
Arrangements by: Jargon, Mathieu Spaeter, Pat Sanders, John Jowitt, Jimmy Pallagrosi, Eric Bouillette
Jargon - Vocals
Mathieu Spaeter - Guitars
Pat Sanders - Keyboards
Eric Bouillette - Violin
John Jowitt - Bass
Jimmy Pallagrosi - Drums
Lyrics
Bells sail through my dreams
where they find their solemn hymns
How sweet to watch the night open its eyes
I’m the King of a rainy country,
rich but powerless
Young, yet feeling wintry
No longer flattered by the obsequious bow
I’m the King of a country
Young, yet feeling wintry
No longer flattered by the bow
I used to hope that life could bring me peace
Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind
I was a fool: the senses clear with time
I used to love to cure my old disease
love led me to a thick of enmities
I used to hope that life could bring me peace
I was a fool: the senses clear with time
A churchbell grieves, a log in the fireplace smokes
and hums falsetto to the clock’s catarrh
My head on my hands, I watch from my lofty home
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and then, with Winter’s monotone of snow
I close my shutters - a time to be alone
Summer days gone, taking stock of the misty dawn
(fall in the well of dreams - wander through aimlessly)
I dream my way into treacherous labyrinths
Nothing can draw me away from this neverland
(a world of kisses sweet - birds singing merrily)
Sun rises in my heart, warming my aching soul
Summer days gone, taking stock of the misty dawn
(fall in the well of dreams - wander through aimlessly)
I dream my way into treacherous labyrinths
Nothing can draw me away from this neverland