...the wind blows through my hair. the sun hasn't risen above this field yet. the eye of the moon stares at my face. the fear left me long ago. the army is sleeping:.
Bet you didn't think I heard you. You're always talking all the damn time. About the things you had to go through. I tuned you out drinking my cheap wine.
Break through these scars,. I'm holding on to past desperation. Stepping towards the only door I seem to see,. that light is coming out of. Walk through, there's more to this on the other side.
Watcha drinking?. Rum or whiskey?. Now won'tcha have a. Double with me?. . I'm sorry I'm a little late. I got your message by the way. I'm calling in sick today.
Paroles: David Lagueux, Michel Lambert. Musique: David Lagueux. (Bernatchez). L'temps des Fetes chez nous. C'pas bien complique. On est toute une gang.
I can love you, I can hate you. But I got to let you go. Find a new direction. I can love you, I can hate you. And I got to let you know. You won't turn your head when you go.
Can't you see all the filth. That we allow to come into our lives. Don't you know how it kills. It makes it's way and cuts us down to size. . No, no compromise.
Coming around with a pain in my head. Wondering what I have done. Nobody sees me nobody cares. Don't have to bother to run. . Searching my head for figures and facts.
Was not, was not, was not in the mood. Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new. Lost all of my curiosity. Numbness is slowly infiltrating me. . It's been a long deceptive day.
Can't believe what I said 'cause I know. That we will last for a long, long time. You heard what I said and maybe now. It's time to slow things down. .
Can't believe what I said 'cause I know. That we will last for a long, long time. You heard what I said and maybe now. It's time to slow things down. .
I'm beyond the need to fit in,. And I can't understand wanting their love,. But most people's idea of friendship,. And the things that they call beauty,.