I enter in your home noiselessly,
And almost always I manage
To weave in the thoughts you pave,
While you wanted to dream only.

I ventured into your life,
And I scroll in your mind,
Many thoughtful images and some strife,
Which increases your stress that I bind.

I transform into black and white,
Your teenage memories and happiness,
And I color the indifference in spite,
With a mask of hard consciousness.

But my gloomy grey,
In your life bothers you,
So you try to enter into,
A chase to push me away.

But it's you who makes me grow,
Who rocks me, feeds me without to know,
Without your emotions I can't survive,
And in the abyss I have to hide.

You don't really know who I am?
However together we spend the night.
Sometimes I tortured you and away I ran,
Before the dawn comes into sight.

Some evenings, when you forget me,
Towards somebody else I have to flee.
Then I look for a being to absorb,
A soul which I could disturb.

I can't do anything about it,
It's my survival who passes by your spirit ,
Which depends on your thoughts which are persistent.
Without them, I'm nothing in the distant.

Because I am everything and I am nothing,
I am yesterday and I am tomorrow.
I am the living, I am the dying,
I am in fact, your remorse in the shadow .

Original music by Jean-michel Jarre