M83 - Midnight City

Waiting in the car

Waiting for a ride in the dark

At night the night city grows

Look at the horizon glow

Waiting in the car

Waiting for a ride in the dark

Drinking in the lights

Following the neon signs

Waiting for a word

Looking at the milky skyline

The city is my church (city is my church)

It wraps me in its blinding twilight

Waiting in a car

Waiting for a ride in the dark

Waiting in a car

Waiting for the right time

Waiting in a car

Waiting for the right time

Waiting in a car

Waiting for the right time

Waiting in a car

Waiting for the right time

Waiting in a car

Waiting for the right time

Waiting in a car

Waiting for the right time

M83 - My Tears Are Becoming A Sea

I'm slowly drifting to you
The stars and the planets
Are calling me
A billion years away from you
I'm on my way
I'm on...
I'm on...

M83 - Year One, One Ufo

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M83 - Wait

Send your dreams
Where nobody hides
Give your tears
To the tide
No time
No time

There's no end
There is no goodbye
Disappear
With the night
No time
No time
No time
No time
No time

M83 - Echoes of Mine

Il est tard. Je cherche mon autre chez-moi, et je prends un chemin que je ne connais pas:
un petit sentier qui longe les usines et la ville entre-coupant par la forêt.
Je commence à peine à entrevoir la nature, lorsque tout d'un coup, la nuit tombe.
Je suis plongée dans un monde de silence, pourtant je n'ai pas peur.
Je m'endors quelques minutes, tout au plus, et quand je me réveille,
le soleil est là et la forêt brille d'une lumière éclatante.

Je reconnais cette forêt. Ce n'est pas une forêt ordinaire, c'est une forêt de souvenirs.
Mes souvenirs. Cette rivière blanche et sonore, mon adolescence.
Ces grands arbres, les hommes que j'ai aimés. Ces oiseaux qui volent, au loin, mon père disparu.
Mes souvenirs ne sont plus des souvenirs.
Ils sont là, vivants, près de moi, ils dansent et m'enlacent, chantent et me sourient.

Je regarde mes mains. Je caresse mon visage, et j'ai 20 ans.
Et j'aime comme je n'ai jamais aimé.

M83 - Raconte-moi une histoire

I've heard about this frog
It's very tiny frog
But its also very special
You can only find it in the jungle
So far away from you/me
But if you find it
And if you touch it
Your world can change forever
If you touch her skin
You can feel your body changing
And your vision also!
Blue becomes red, and red becomes blue
And your mummy, suddenly becomes your daddy
And everything looks like a giant cupcake
And you keep laughing, and laughing, and laughing
Nothing is quite the same really
And after you finish laughing
It's time to turn into a frog yourself
Its very funny to be a frog
You can dive into the water
And cross the rivers, and the oceans
And you can jump all the time, and everywhere
Do you wanna play with me?
We can be a whole group of friends
A whole group of frogs
Jumping into the streets
Jumping into the planets
Climbing buildings
Swimming in the lakes, and in the bathtubs
We would be hundreds, thousands, millions
The biggest group of friends the world has ever seen
Jumping and laughing... forever
It would be great, right?

M83 - Another Wave From You

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M83 feat. Zola Jesus - Intro

We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And we became the stories, we became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed

I carry on, carry on, carry on
And after us the flood
Carry on, carry on
Our silver horns it leads the way

Banners of gold
Shine
In the cold, in the cold, in the cold
Foot prints of snow
Blind from the road
Hail!

We carry on, carry on
Follow us, we are one
The battle's fought, the deed is done
Our silver hum runs deep and strong

Hand to the heart, lips to the horn
Hand on my breast, I'll keep you warm
Hail!