Poésie Noire - Tragedy

I thought it was the foam that covered the one wave.
But I found out I was one, just one of those.

When something takes me over... takes me over so intense.
It's like going through a mountain finding out it's just a hole.

I climbed till the top of the tree... and find out there was nothing to see.

And it feels like swimming... swimming in an empty lake...
swimming in my own mind... circles that never end.

Maybe I'm walking on the water... maybe I'm talking in the ice...
and just when I start laughing... everything melts down in my eyes.

I climbed till the top of the tree... and find out there was nothing to see.