VERSE:
You see I write whats on my mind.
I guess your the reason for my lack of ink.

I just kept screaming into this void and well,
I guess you could never hear me, huh?
I think I'll always bear the blame, The blame for what happened to you.

I thought the longer that I lingered the further I got from you.

Then let it start to rust.


CHORUS:
De Transmission Pour La Luciole.

De Transmission Pour La Luciole.

VERSE:

I always thought beyond the clouds my bride awaits.
Who would have thought that I was right?
I'd ask god why he took you from me but, we don't seem to talk anymore.


And then let it start to rust.


CHORUS:
De Transmission Pour La Luciole.
De Transmission Pour La Luciole.


VERSE:
But do my words still love you?

Can I still write, write you like that?
But do my words still love you?
Can I still write, write you like that?


OUTRO:
How can god make something so perfect, Then let it start to rust?

How can god make something so perfect, Then let it start to rust?