[Lyric] Bonjour Tristesse (Seagrave)

The fetters were heavy, so awkward to unknot
The stairs out of this oubliette, higher than I can put into words
Thousands of sealed doors, built without a lock
I just escaped thereof selling my memories for petty betrayals

Once they called me a shepherd, a latish repatriate
I may have overstayed the latest gatherings, but probably I missed the train
Perhaps I was like crippled for a few weeks in June
But as soon as I obtainеd my mind, I set out, leaving for home

I turnеd over the last page and reached the stories end
A tale as short, is its heights were lows
A fall into oblivion, such a disappointing outcome
What a ungifted writer, we could have had a better nub

Deliver me the architect of these deep dark chambers
A room without windows, I’ll never call home
We should be due to the last of November
It’s getting cold here, at the latest with first snow

To maintain my memories, I’ll have to bury them abyssal
I should reach the rocks bottom, so I can forget about myself
I never built ruins but apparently some condemned houses
Carry me home river of lethe, along roads that won’t end