For a year we caught his tears in a cup.

I just lost something I haven't ever given much thought to.
And I'm lying, to everyone and myself. I might as well implode, and use a metaphor about a tangled web of treachery and deceit. Oh well.

Hey, the streetlights all burnt out: Une année sans lumière.
I love that song. Let me give you a quick analysis.
Je montait un cheval, qui portait des oeillères.
(i climbed onto a horse, who wore blinders)
Hey, my eyes are shooting sparks, la nuit, mes yeux t'eclairent.
(the night, my eyes light you up)
Ne dis pas a ton pere, qu'il portait des oeillieres.
(don't tell your father, that he wore blinders)
Hey, your old man should know:
If you see a shadow, there's something there.

I've only just realised how great it is to be able to speak two languages.