Stairs and halls

They said I could make my own way to the door,
That somewhere up there, may be even see the dawn
I'm running out of breath
Tearing up and down the stairs
I rush from here to there in mad purposeless frenzy
And with every step I take, quicksands close in over me
Who listens to my calls
As I'm running through the halls ?
May be another day
When I'm another man...
They shaved my body clean and all my teeth were filed
I was drained of every impulse and brought back into line
Who listens to my call
When I'm running through the halls
May be I'll do for you
All the things I can't do
Were you to ask me
I'm running out of breath
Tearing up and down the stairs
They said I could struggle out of here, all by myself
That some where, up there, I could really breathe the air !
Who listens to my calls
As I'm running through the halls
May be another day
When I'm another man
We'll swim to the surface
My head close to your face
To find another place
We'll stand and wait for burns
The deep bites of the sun
We'll stand and wait for burns
The deep bites of the sun
But the foot falls echo
And it sounds like a wave
Crashing against the steps
Of these steep and dark stairs
That lead to desert halls
Were the foot falls echo
helpl I'm drowning

Philippe Pascal


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