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