I will see you next week. In the world I won't be like you Those like me and you Friend No, I will never stop asking myself if It's a game to lose or not No, no, you're late, you know I stay, you go What a mysterious rhythm No, a quarter of an hour of celebrity Maybe it doesn't deserve a pause No, I know there will be a spark on the drum I get off at the last stop Because in every city I look for you in the alleys and bars If there is no soul Life is on Mars by now But only on Saturday And then you want to talk about it even if You already know That we always end up here In limbo But I will never stop asking myself if It's a game to lose or not No, no, you're late, you know I stay, you go What a mysterious rhythm No, a quarter of an hour of celebrity Maybe it doesn't deserve a pause No, I know there will be a spark on the drum I get off at the last stop No, I will never stop asking myself if It's a game to lose or not No, I know there will be a spark on the drum I get off at the last stop I get off at the last stop