Lucien, oh Lucien, so full of light
Why on this day, on this day, you pull the knife?
Lucien, oh Lucien, so full of light
Why on this day, on this day, you pull the knife?
Like a nest
To the static
You're locked
To the channel rows
I don't mean to push you
When you have already spoken
Like the brush
And the lifeless
You are locked
To the channel rows
No, I don't mean to push you
When you have already spoken
When you have already spoken
Lucien, oh Lucien, so full of light
Why on this day, on this day, you pull the knife?
Lucien, oh Lucien, so full of light
Why on this day, on this day, you pull the knife?