yann tiersen
les jours tristes
It's hard Hard, not to sit on your hands  Burrow your head in the sand Hard, not to make other plans And claim that you've done all you can All alone And life Must go on  It's hard Hard, to stand up for what's right And bring home the bacon each night  Hard, not to break down and cry When every ideal that you tried Has been wrong But you must Carry on  It's hard But you know it's worth the fight Cause you know you've got the truth on your side When the accusations fly Hold tight Don't be afraid of what they'll say	 Who cares what cowards think? Anyway  They will understand some day Some day  It's hard Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Carry on  'Cause you You are the only one left And you've got to clean up this mess You know you'll end up like the rest Bitter and twisted, unless  You stay strong And you Carry on  It's hard Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Carry on  It's hard Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Carry on