Even Flow
Freezin', rests his head
On a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, feelin', maybe he'll see
A little better set a days, ooh yeah
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again
Ain't that familiar, oh, yeah
Oh, dark grin, he can't help
When he's happy, looks insane
Oh, yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again
Kneelin', looking through the paper
Though he doesn't know to read, oh, yeah
Oh, prayin', now to something
That has never showed him anything, oh
Oh, feelin', understands the weather
Of the winter's on its way, oh
Oh, ceilings, few and far between
All the legal halls of shame, yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away, yeah!
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away, yeah!
Flux Égal
Gelé, il repose sa tête
Sur un oreiller fait de béton, encore
Oh, ressentant, peut-être qu'il verra
Un peu mieux dans quelques jours, ouais
Oh, mains tendues, visages qu'il voit encore et encore
C'est pas familier, oh, ouais
Oh, sourire sombre, il peut pas s'en empêcher
Quand il est heureux, il a l'air fou
Oh, ouais
Flux égal, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons
Oh, il sait pas, alors il les chasse
Un jour, il recommencera sa vie
Sa vie, sa vie
À genoux, regardant à travers le journal
Bien qu'il sache pas lire, oh, ouais
Oh, priant, maintenant pour quelque chose
Qui ne lui a jamais montré quoi que ce soit, oh
Oh, ressentant, comprend la météo
De l'hiver qui arrive, oh
Oh, plafonds, rares et éloignés
Tous les couloirs légaux de la honte, ouais
Flux égal, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons
Oh, il sait pas, alors il les chasse
Un jour, il recommencera sa vie
Des mains chuchotantes, le mènent doucement
Loin de lui, loin de lui, ouais !
Flux égal, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons
Oh, il sait pas, alors il les chasse
Un jour, il recommencera sa vie, ouais
Oh, des mains chuchotantes, le mènent doucement
Loin de lui, loin de lui, ouais !
Escrita por: Eddie Vedder / Stone Gossard