Good And Bad Things - Pascal Pinon

You look for one thing and find another

And everything in between

You think you're smart

But don't know whether

You're thirty or seventeen

Your feet are shaking

Your hands are hanging out

And your head doesn't understand

These last days you've lost the count of lines

That you have crossed

When searching for a solid ground

But in this world you're lost

You want to cry but

There are no tears 'cause you know

How silly it would be

The good and bad things

Are slowly

Beginning to make a little sense

From times to times the trouble comes

Then quickly fades away

Leaves your lungs in wounds and leaves

Both heaven and earth all gray

The world is going

To be another way

When you wake up another day