A cinq heures cinquante-cinq
awake with open eyes
a drift upon the night

and miles away from land

five fifty five

five fifty five

a cinq heures cinquante-cinq

ante meridiem
too late to end it now
too early to start again


five fifty five
five fifty five


soon the morning will arrive
can i begin another day

whilst this old day is still alive
refusing to be put away


five fifty five
no sleep tonight
five fifty five


like a beast awaits its faith
laid here with time to kill

the very dead of night
where time and space stand still


five fifty five
five fifty five


a cinq heures cinquante-cinq
nothing will ever change
on the altar of my thought

i sacrifice myself again and again and again

five fifty five

five fifty five