Progénitures from Boyarin by Boyarin
Tracklist
| 8. | Progénitures | 7:02 | 
Lyrics
Tim wears your coat and Phil is walking by your street
With your favorite black shoes on
Olivia writes your novel and Pete plays your song
Louis is working on your precious computer 
And Sebastian looks like you
You are an ancient function, 
You're living in an outdated version
There was a time when you met some people
When you were having fun
Your jokes were famous
But Sylvie forgot your name and Steve thinks you are Another person
No one is talking to these kind of people 
They simply garnish alleys and parks
***
Did I really meet you
Is there something I confided in you?
Are you this guy I once saw at the station, 
In the kitchen of my parents' home? 
They said I have to be brave 
And I guess I wasn't very brave
***
No one is waiting for these kind of people
Trains left the stations before they breath
No one is living with these kind of people
Their houses are hidden far from town
	
        I don't recall, I  just have this feeling: 
        we’re far from the good times
You were the favorite one 
I should remind why
You came and went 
And disappeared from Earth
        I don't recall, I  just have this feeling 
        We’re far from the good times
                   You were the favorite one 
                   The favorite son
I joined the pale grey teams 
I rented a little house 
Far from dangers and thrills
         I don't get it, I never thought I should
          Stay away from you
                    I joined the  pale grey people
                    The pale grey sands
                                  There's nothing to burn, 
                                  Nothing to light on
          (I don't rejoice, I still bear this sadness
           I don't care what you've done)
                    (You were the favorite one
                    the favorite son)
          (I don't get it
           I never thought I should
           Stay away from you)
                   I’m part of the pale grey people
                   The pale grey sands
                                There's nothing to burn, 
                                Nothing to light on
Credits
Boyarin







