Saltpeter

There is a treasure
Buried down
Under an island
You never tell where to find it
Cause the past
Makes your heart feel sad
For moments
Wou would have never had

But from time to time
You allow the hunt to start
Knowing the wooden chest is covered
In saltpeter and its iron is rustier than a horseshoe
Fragile as thin glass

Starting to read your insecurities
And masked weaknesses as if it was a map
Knowing the red cross is far
The journey through water will be worth the time passed.
Lungs full of hope that the box is filled
With pure gold but tired of the fact that the tide goes up and down

Making sure it's not an easy quest to dig the shovel
And realizing it will be fully hidden once again the morning after

People have limited patience
And you know it better than anyone

So, after these last sunsets, if I find your treasure,
Don't force me to throw it off board, for I've lost many things

Hey, nothing feels the same
Hey, nothing feels the same
Hey, nothing feels the same

Without you

Nothing feels the same