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