Texty: Constance Amiot. Cross Your Fingers.

You may look up, you may look down, you may cross your fingers
But chances are that in a while you'll be a stranger.

But look what you've done now,
but look what you've done now

You made a tear inside a song, look what you've done now.

You may no got wood as the lies go by without looking back worse,
Face to face and side by side.

But look what you've done now, but look what you've done now

You made a tear inside a song, look what you've done now.

We may look up, we may look down, we may cross our fingers.
But chances are that in a while you'll be a stranger, you'll be a stranger... a stranger... yeah, yeah, yeah... angel.

(Merci a phoeunix pour cettes paroles)