It Has to Be Said
Roger Delahaye
All The Hours Are Passing
As The Light Will Be Shining Over Me
And The Coldness Is Cracking
This Dead Floor Where I’m Always Standing Still
I Believe In The Things I've Lost
I Believe In The Pieces Out Of Me
You May Say That It Hurts No One
But I Tell You That It Does
Tell You That It Does
Every Day Is Unconscious
Every Day Is So Boring Around Me
And The Coldness Is Cracking
All The Meanings I Haven't Given Me
And I’m Telling You Softly
I Believe In The Pieces Out Of Me
You May Say That It Hurts No One
But I Tell You That It Does
Tell You That It Does