Jack
Jack in the middle of the street. His look goes around to see, to feel the wild life. It's higgledy-piggledy. It's new. Jack is amazed. It's new. He shakes. He shakes. Nonchalant, trying to be cool, he does his way. It's tricky and so exciting. He is guided by a green desire.
Jack, I talk about your life. It ended with a knife when you were mentally five.
Still in the middle of the street he feigns to be cool, a wild, an experienced guy. It's higgledy-piggledy. He laughs, but he can't convince. Just look into his eyes. Nonchalant he thinks it's cool. He still does his way, but goes astray. He is guided by a green desire. Jack ou Jaques qu'est-ce que tu fais ce moment ? Ecoute ! This is your song.
Jack, I talk about your life. It ended with a knife when you were mentally five.