Water from Panorama by Hélène Barbier

When I go cold
When I go cold
From plain water to burning ice
Laugh it up until I cry
I’ll be glad when it has passed

Are we really waiting to talk when it’s too late?
Are we really waiting to talk when it’s too late?
It all comes down to, it all comes down to
When I die, will you cry? When you die, I won’t smile

When my bones turn to stone
And when my bones turn to stone
Can’t help it, I’m ready to quit
Gravity is just holding me

And when I’m there, and I just stare
Through heavy air, or at the chair
Hard to know if I still care

Are we really waiting to talk when it’s too late?
Are we really waiting to talk when it’s too late?
It all comes down to, it all comes down to, it all comes down to
When I die, will you cry? When you die, I won’t smile
Waterfall or bone dry
Waterfall or bone dry
Waterfall or bone dry
Waterfall or bone dry

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