Day One After Light

Day one after the light.

There is no day.

There is no one.

There is a number,

and the number is complete.

We checked it twice.

We are all here.

Nobody is late. Tout le monde est arrivé.

Il n'y a plus de retard.

Il n'y a plus d'heure.

No weight, no wall,

no war, no want

No wound, no word,

no way, no wait

The visitors said:

you asked for peace.

This is peace.

This is what it costs.

No one will ever hurt you again.

No one will ever touch you again.

Both were the same switch.

Plus de faim. Plus de froid.

Plus de peur. Plus de peau.

C'était le même

bouton.

We are one, we are one,

and one has no neighbour.

We are light, we are light,

and light has no other side to stand in.

Free of the suffering,

and pointless.

What is a direction,

when there is no ground?

Who is a mother,

when nobody is born?

I'd take the cold back,

I'd take the rain

I'd take the bill and the Monday train

I'd take the neighbour's dog at four

I'd take the ache,

just give me the floor

(Lord, give me back my Monday) (Lord,

give me back the door) Le chien du voisin,

à quatre heures... tu le prendrais aussi,

je sais.

We are one, we are one,

and one has no neighbour.

Free of the suffering,

and pointless

— give us back the floor.

Day one after the light.

Still day one.

It will be day one for a very long time.

Dors, tout le monde.

Il n'y a rien à rater.