The dew of morning still glistens on the salt grass that grows along the foundation of the old Lighthouse. It isn´t in active service anymore, but has been renovated to serve as a private dwelling. High in the tower inside, a young man is slumped on the floor in the corner of the room, apparently in some kind of trance. Someone has put a blanket over him. He is deathly pale, but the steady, almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest shows that he still clings to life. Standing next to him are a young woman and an older man. Both are obviously shocked and distressed. Their frequent glances toward the door give the impression that they´re waiting for someone who is yet to arrive. On the wall next to them is a blackboard covered with impenetrable mathematical equations. The older man is holding a crumpled piece of paper -- it appears to be a note scribbled in haste by an unsteady hand
What follows here is the story of what happened
[Teacher] Will we ever understand This complex genius? This visionary thinker?
Will we ever get this close again? Uniting the forces Of our universe
[Girl] Will we ever understand His isolation Or his sense of wonder?
We will never get this close again It´s been too long
Accueil
💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales