You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You didn't want the job but the job wanted you. Hopeless customers and decadent boss have always been waiting for you. And this is how goes your life : not fast enough. You're so used to feel the breath of emptiness and failure.
You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
But there's one thing you care about. Her name is Irene. Her hair smells like the wild forest. And she's only one to give you fever when she bites your tongue. But as you turn into a ghost she takes a different interest in your friends. And you can feel her look through your diaphanous body. Tonight you're going to a beach party and when you speak in the car your words reason in her head like "blablablablablablabla".
You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You find her in the morning; she says she wanted to sleep.
You try to thin about it but in your head it goes like "blablablablablablabla".
IRENE Video (MV)
Performed By: ADAM KESHER
Written by: Yann STOFER, Jérôme ALBAN, Julien PEREZ, Gaëtan DIDELOT, Matthieu BECK, David ARGELLIES
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You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You didn't want the job but the job wanted you. Hopeless customers and decadent boss have always been waiting for you. And this is how goes your life : not fast enough. You're so used to feel the breath of emptiness and failure.
You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
But there's one thing you care about. Her name is Irene. Her hair smells like the wild forest. And she's only one to give you fever when she bites your tongue. But as you turn into a ghost she takes a different interest in your friends. And you can feel her look through your diaphanous body. Tonight you're going to a beach party and when you speak in the car your words reason in her head like "blablablablablablabla".
You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You find her in the morning; she says she wanted to sleep.
You try to thin about it but in your head it goes like "blablablablablablabla".
You didn't want the job but the job wanted you. Hopeless customers and decadent boss have always been waiting for you. And this is how goes your life : not fast enough. You're so used to feel the breath of emptiness and failure.
You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
But there's one thing you care about. Her name is Irene. Her hair smells like the wild forest. And she's only one to give you fever when she bites your tongue. But as you turn into a ghost she takes a different interest in your friends. And you can feel her look through your diaphanous body. Tonight you're going to a beach party and when you speak in the car your words reason in her head like "blablablablablablabla".
You're standing alone on the cold sand and you're terrified. She doesn't answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You find her in the morning; she says she wanted to sleep.
You try to thin about it but in your head it goes like "blablablablablablabla".
Writer: Yann STOFER, Jérôme ALBAN, Julien PEREZ, Gaëtan DIDELOT, Matthieu BECK, David ARGELLIES
Copyright: Lyrics © CHRYSALIS EDITION FRANCE, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © CHRYSALIS EDITION FRANCE, BMG Rights Management