gravity is way too strong for the birds inside my lungs how i wish i d never dared crossed the roads of nowhere cause no streets belong to the angels of the storm so don t you ever dare cross the roads of nowhere once your feet ease on their ground they sell your dreams at lost and found a quiver rushes in your blood we re the heartbeat of the world looking for the dragon s tail gambling with the wind to come gravity is way too strong for the birds inside my lungs how i wish i d never dared crossed the roads of nowhere cause no streets belong to the angels of the storm so don t you ever dare cross the roads of nowhere once your feet ease on their ground they sell your dreams at lost and found a quiver rushes in your blood we re the heartbeat of the world looking for the dragon s tail waiting for the wind to come gambling for the wind to come gambling with the wind to come 
['french indie pop', 'french pop', 'french rock']