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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AaRON
AaRON
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SIMON BURET
SIMON BURET
Songwriter
OLIVIER COURSIER
OLIVIER COURSIER
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Outside it's nighttime and you're mine again
Red lights and thick frost are closing on the land
Your breath draws a cloud on the window of our car
Our eyes exhausted, still begging for more
Engraved in wildness, have we gone too far?
Somewhere four wheels unwind the roar of their power
This road is a snake skin, glittering and bold
Like a reptile that gashed the frozen soil
[Verse 2]
The world is not ours
But faster than the rain
We cut the night
We're random bullets, love
Shot by some drunken god
Guilty only of growing old
Hours like fires, burning our beliefs
Soon the sun will rise up and soothe us in its beams
We forget that we're sailors without wind in our sails
Twins by the heartbeat until the morning breaks
Dismissed in dizziness and begging for more
Have we ever noticed that nothing lasts forever
Face toward the sky
'Cause the unknown is sublime
Printing every hour in Polaroids of mine
[Verse 3]
The world is not ours
But faster than the rain
We cut the night
We're random bullets, love
Shot by some drunken god
Oh, guilty only, oh, guilty only
Of growing old, of growing old
Of growing old, of growing old
Of growing old
[Verse 4]
Hours like fires burning our beliefs
Twist us right, now, baby, even if we bleed
Night roads are coal coats on the muscles of the world
Leading us to nowhere, 'cause nowhere is our home
Nowhere is our home
Oh, guilty only of growing old
[Verse 5]
We're random bullets, love
The world is not ours
But faster than the rain
We cut the night
We're random bullets, love
The world is not ours
But faster than the rain
We cut the night
Written by: OLIVIER COURSIER, SIMON BURET
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