A cinq heures cinquante-cinq   awake with open eyes   a drift upon the night   and miles away from land      five fifty five   five fifty five      a cinq heures cinquante-cinq   ante meridiem   too late to end it now   too early to start again      five fifty five   five fifty five      soon the morning will arrive   can i begin another day   whilst this old day is still alive   refusing to be put away      five fifty five   no sleep tonight   five fifty five      like a beast awaits its faith   laid here with time to kill   the very dead of night   where time and space stand still      five fifty five   five fifty five      a cinq heures cinquante-cinq   nothing will ever change   on the altar of my thought   i sacrifice myself again and again and again      five fifty five   five fifty five