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I slide in just before the doors close
She says to me "what floor" and her voice makes me leave the ground
Then, the numbers dance, everything gets mixed
I am face to face with an angel

In weightlessness
Wishing the seconts were hours
In weightlessness
Wishing we were alone in this elevator

She arranges her hair, I have my heart on the edge of my eyes
And without looking at her, I feel the warmth of another language
Then, with the eyes staring at the floors,
Wishing nothing stops the voyage

In weightlessness
Wishing the seconts were hours
In weightlessness
Wishing we were alone in this elevator, in this elevator

I slide in just before the doors close

In weightlessness
Wishing the seconts were hours
In weightlessness
Wishing we are alone in this elevator, in weightlessness
Wishing the seconds were hours, in weightlessness
Wishing we are alone in this elevator

In weightlessness PencilEdit

I slide in just before the doors close
She says to me "what floor" and her voice makes me leave the ground
Then, the numbers dance, everything gets mixed
I am face to face with an angel

In weightlessness
Wishing the seconts were hours
In weightlessness
Wishing we were alone in this elevator

She arranges her hair, I have my heart on the edge of my eyes
And without looking at her, I feel the warmth of another language
Then, with the eyes staring at the floors,
Wishing nothing stops the voyage

In weightlessness
Wishing the seconts were hours
In weightlessness
Wishing we were alone in this elevator, in this elevator

I slide in just before the doors close

In weightlessness
Wishing the seconts were hours
In weightlessness
Wishing we are alone in this elevator, in weightlessness
Wishing the seconds were hours, in weightlessness
Wishing we are alone in this elevator

Original (French) PencilEdit

J'arrive à me glisser juste avant que les portes ne se referment
Elle me dit "quel étage" et sa voix me fait quitter la terre ferme
Alors, les chiffres dansent, tout se mélange
Je suis en tête-à-tête avec un ange

En apesanteur
Pourvu que les secondes soient des heures
En apesanteur
Pourvu qu'on soit les seuls dans cet ascenseur

Elle arrange ses cheveux, j'ai le coeur juste au bord des yeux
Et sans la regarder je sens la chaleur d'un autre langage
Alors, les yeux rivés sur les étages
Pourvu que rien n'arrête le voyage

En apesanteur
Pourvu que les secondes soient des heures
En apesanteur
Pourvu qu'on soit les seuls dans cet ascenseur, dans cet ascenseur

J'arrive à me glisser juste avant que les portes ne se referment

En apesanteur
Pourvu que les secondes soient des heures
En apesanteur
Pourvu qu'on soit les seuls dans cet ascenseur, en apesanteur
Pourvu que les secondes soient des heures, en apesanteur
Pourvu qu'on soit les seuls dans cet ascenseur
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