Sync Different

When I feel your vibes, when you push the lines,
I feel like a dime,
Give me what you got, you make me so high
Boy you know, you’re blowing my mind

Guillaume :
What kind, of music you make for real?
Can we make a deal? Show me music skills
What kind, of keyboard you play with?
Can we make feat? Re, do, la, si, mi
What kind?

Dead love and a song is easy
The stars align
Make sure shame's left behind
'Cause here's the time
I'm all (a)'bout « empty oceans »
(a)'bout « naked skies »
Phrases like « ghost in motion »
And some « tears to dry » Sing « Baby, I need to go now »
(I)'Was waiting for the time I could sing this
« I need to go now » Oh babe, it's the best occasion
To feel alive
I'm into « fading colours »
In « seas of doubts »
Fall is the only season. Sing « Baby, I need to go now »
(I)'Was waiting for the time I could sing this
« I need to go now » I got your picture in my pocket
I got your picture in my pocket, now.
Ad lib
For going down
I might still call you « darling »
But I won't come back

For everyone there is the dayThe day of the meetingThe hoped but unexpected encounterThe day you meet the one
When all the chances gatherTo re-unite two soulsAnd bring them together
The day

How could I be so rude when I metYou on this boat?I just laughed at you and said Oh no! Another FrenchBoy on this boat!
I was more the kind
forLove at second sightI was young and blindThat day

Now I would give everything that I haveTo live that day againI would look deep into your eyes and sayThat’s just a start my friend!
I would jump on you
To clearly let you knowThis the day weirdoThe day!

Far down the sea there's a king travelingstarfish glows for the king: "this way, my lord"deep on the sea, oh the king sees the queenheading close to the queen: "we made it, my dear"
Oh the prince's coming in, calling queen and the kingsun shines through, warm water and blueNow wait out a second, there's something coming inking and queen disappear, my prince stays here
It's a tuna or a cod, a submarine how oddI'll wait out there, see if they careA ship with a man, seahorse jumping out of sandsteaming fast as a dream, you stay here my prince
Oh i'll swam through the sea, past that big funny machinei love that game, now catch me if you can

It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?

You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned
And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…