Rising describes the surge of a wild anger, but also and above all the regret of having lost one's temper to the point of slamming doors, breaking windows, making everything fly around the room. This anger was followed by the regret of not having known – not having been able – to hear what the other had to say. The song distills a profound sadness, it is at once a great mea culpa and an admission of helplessness: as a defense, telling the other, "I was beside myself, I couldn't do anything about it".

Je n’ai rien vu venir (I didn't see it coming) : I came to imagine another outburst, not that of blinding anger, but of the rising feeling of love that becomes irrepressible. But if this feeling is not shared, if it is a thirst that cannot be quenched, there is still an axe that falls between two beings. There is then only sadness and regret, a terrible romantic dead end.