Mon Seul Tenu et D'espoir

It's actually not a love song.

Practiced fingers, soothing thumbs
Cliche heartache, shrivelled lungs
Moving faster, lashes white,
Old familiars, cold and bright

Holding down your winter song
It won't snow for very long

For years we hung until we choked

On our frayed and hopeful rope

V�"u d'hier peut ne pas être suffisante

We've gone and watched all fall apart
History rise and fall like art
Tu, mon seul tenu et d'espoir

And we're like glass; shatter when you want us to
Without a class for us to fall into
So much like wood; splinter when it's time for new
Like sun-worn grass, we're wilting and trying to

Hold down our winter songs
It won't snow for very long

For years we hung until we choked

On our frayed and hopeful rope

V�"u d'hier peut ne pas être suffisante

We've gone and watched all fall apart
History rise and fall like art
Tu, mon seul tenu et d'espoir

Nous étions morne

L'avenir et d'or

Tu, ma vue d'eau claire 

Tu, mon son de la maison 

Tu, mon contentement désespérée

Tu serez mon dernier soupir

For years we hung until we choked

On our frayed and hopeful rope

V�"u d'hier peut ne pas être suffisante

We've gone and watched all fall apart
History rise and fall like art
Tu, mon seul tenu et d'espoir