A cinq heures cinquante-cinq
awake with open eyes
a drift upon the night
and miles away from land

five fifty five
five fifty five

a cinq heures cinquante-cinq
ante meridiem
too late to end it now
too early to start again

five fifty five
five fifty five

soon the morning will arrive
can i begin another day
whilst this old day is still alive
refusing to be put away

five fifty five
no sleep tonight
five fifty five

like a beast awaits its faith
laid here with time to kill
the very dead of night
where time and space stand still

five fifty five
five fifty five

a cinq heures cinquante-cinq
nothing will ever change
on the altar of my thought
i sacrifice myself again and again and again

five fifty five
five fifty five

Una canción que suena en mi cabeza siempre que el cielo se pone tan gris, siempre que mi cara no cambia de mueca, siempre que no encuentro las palabras. Acabo de entender la letra por primera vez. Encaja perfectamente. Me gustaría pensar que es síndrome premenstrual, pero eso no encaja.

Adoro a Charlotte.