I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
But yes I’m still running.
You broke the bonds
You loosened the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for
Bosse au lieu de chanter !!
Sinon merci pour ces paroles qui m’ont appris quelquechose: “Tu ne trouve pas forcement ce que tu cherches en embrassant des lèvres de miel…” C’est pas faux !
well the Garnaults are spread out across the world, a blood line of convictions and courage! Do we all share the genetics of poets and teachers from the original Piere Garnault?
I would have liked a lot to be the one who wrote this song/poem, but unfortunately, our ancestor you’re talking about didn’t give me his poet genes … :).
Could you tell me more about the “Pierre Garnault” you’re refering to (I’m even more intrigued by this ancestor that “Pierre” is my second name :)) ?