Wax Poetic

Norah Jones :

Angels falling through my hair
I want to leave them tomorrow
Angels falling through my hair
I want to meet them tomorrow

Wax Poetic :
Gade kijan n'ap mache
Gade kijan n'ape cheche demen
Nou pa men'm gen couraj
Men l'anj-lan ap desann
Pou ba nou couraj
Pou'l ka ba nou fos
Pou nou ka travay
Lap ban nou fos
Pou nou ka rive jus kote nou parle

Voices of Norah Jones and Wax Poetic overlapping :
Angels falling through my hair
I wanna meet them tomorrow
Meet them falling through my hair
I want to meet them tomorrow

Menm si ou we ou pa we demen
Wap toujou rive byen lwen
Piga'w rete cheche
Mache, mache
Nap rive byen lwen
Paske nap we demen
Lap ba nou couraj
Pou'n ka we demen
Lap ban nou couraj
Pou nou ka cheche
Nan tout kote ke nou ale
Nape jwen tout sa'n cheche
Paske l'anj-lan...

Will you tell me
That you need me
Am I afraid to not need you

Will you tell me
That you're sorry
Do I have to forgive too

Can I go out by myself
And be a lady all the time

If I don't know that I love you so
Can I not just let you down

Can I be strong
And still belong
If I'm not long
I'll sing my own song

As we travel through the ages
Will you just leave me alone
Time will tell in different stages
If I will or won't be home

So don't call me on Friday morning
And expect me to be free
If you think that we fit together
Put your faith in destiny

Can I be strong
And still belong
If I'm not long
I'll sing my own song

If you want to
Go ahead and lay right down beside me
If you want it too
Just tell me all the things you want to see

Can I be strong
And still belong
If I'm not long
I'll sing my own song

Can I be strong
And still belong
If I'm not long
I will sing my own song

And as soon as I learned to tell time
I no longer listened
I was born at 12:30 in the morning
By 1 AM I was certain that I would no longer remember by past
By 1:40 I had forgotten my name
By 2:12 the ancients had bid me farewell
By 2:30 I had swallowed a foreign grand
By 2:40 I had begun to hallucinate
It's all coming back to me
It's all coming back to me
I met my parent's spirit guides at 4:30
It was they who told me of the sun
It was not what I expected
It only seemed to hint at light
By 6:17 I had decided what I wanted to be
By 6:18 I had discovered my shell
At 6:19 I began the process of dying
At 7 o'clock I made an attempt to be perfectly still
And jumped when I felt my soul fission
I jumped when I felt my soul fission

At the moment I learned to tell time
I no longer listened
When I began to tell time I began to no longer listen

I was born at 12:30 in the morning
By 1 AM I was certain that I would no longer remember by past
By 1:40 I had forgotten my name
By 2:12 the ancients had bid me farewell
By 2:30 I had swallowed a foreign grand
By 2:40 I had begun to hallucinate
By 6:17 I had decided what I wanted to be
By 6:18 I discovered my shell
At 6:19 I began the process of dying
At 7 o'clock I made an attempt to be perfectly still
And jumped when I felt my soul fission
I jumped when I felt my soul fission