What are you playing at ?
You take off through the city
To come hang yourself at my neck
Without notice, but at the right hour
You show up on your knees
You stumble down the hill near my home
I’m too young to know not to open the door
What do you imagine?
What are you thinking about?
Snapback on your apostles head
When the wine makes us lose inhibitions
We leave the prayers to others
Our meetings form a rosary
We recite on the tips of our fingers
But what are your thinking about, Saint-Vincent?
What is it?
What do you expect from me?