It was summer, but summer didn't want to happen.

Sun rose in the morning, with little skylights in the clouds.

I drove my car to go to work,

road was still wet by the night rain.

I don't need to tell you my feeling,

why not take the escape lane ?

Don't forget to turn, to follow the way they choose.

Life can switch at any time, the slightest error, you pay cash.

I don't know who's pulling the strings,

but they always have eyes on me.

Do I need to tell you my hate ?

Where is the escape lane ?

It's winter, and winter is coming hard.

Sun goes down, I guess, behind the curtain of rain.

No mistake yet, I'm still here,

but I'm on the razor’s edge.

Do I need to tell you my pain ?

it's time to take the escape lane.

Phil Wake, lead vocals and guitar 

Jean-Yves Besnard, lead guitar and backing vocals 

Music and lyrics by Phil Wake