Quand vient le dluge, quand viennent les pluies fortes.. Je me cherche un refuge, en cognant aux portes.. l'glise, chez ma blonde, dans le c.
De temps en temps, j'aime mettre les choses au clair. Je m'vache tout seul pis je relaxe mes nerfs. J'ai appris m' parler, j'ai appris m' taire. J'ai appris m' sacrifier, l, j'apprends m' satisfaire.
Assis dans mon bain.. Je me sens bien innocent.. Innocent dans le sens de non-coupable.. De profiter de mon temps.. . Mon temps que j'aimerais mettre en bouteille..
Les dbuts d'couple. C'est tout l'temps bon. J'suis rserv et timide. J'fais bonne impression. Mais peu peu la routine s'installe et domine. Et j'prend pour acquis toute son attention.
Le pouce est le doigt. Qui sert me dplacer. Il est court et robuste. Je peux toujours m'y fier. C'est lui qui tire pile ou face. Et qui soutient ses frres.
Chu coeurer de boire. Mon foie veut pu me parler. Mon haleine de bavard me pus au nez. Mon t-shirt sent la bire. Mes jeans sentent le sambuca. Une sorte de shooter cheep que j'men rappelle meme pas.
En globalit je feel plus smooth.. Pis a me fait du bien.. Et je me permet de faire le fou.. Quand j'en ai besoin.. . Je ne suis pas habitu. d'tre bien dans ma peau..
You're a teacher for the holy fool. Sleeping on your bed of rusty nails. You practice the pain like it's a sacred tool. And then you tie your ankles to the rails.
When the wind fills your hair with stone and sand. And your head is so heavy with your crown. Will you gather your demons and lead them by the hand?. Or will you just run them down?.
First I pulled open this curtain so that you could see me. I ascended from the riverbed ensconced in silver shard. I was hoping that the light I bring would lead you to the sea.
Eleven eleven at the blood and bread ball. American Gothic at the Royal Town Hall. He is the drug for your constitution. A lemon angel for your revolution.
I met you in a bar under the tangerine sun. It was gettin' close to midnight, you were lookin' for fun. Thalia. Yeah, Thalia. . You said you come to New York 'cause ya like to dance..
Tension on the line. Cinnamon with wine. It's the way she talks her talk. The soft seducing kind. As your ear dissolves to chalk. She takes over your mind.
Stay with her, you're gonna miss her. When you're leaving by yourself. . Stay with her, you're gonna miss her. Just you and no one else. . Chorus:. . And you know, the way the wind it blows.
Hello, you, I think I've seen you before. Was it the village or outside my front door. Let's go for a drink I think I know the right place. To see your face.
If you're lookin' for a room, take my number. If you're lookin' for a room, give me a call. If you're lookin' for a room, take my number. So, there ain't no space for you to fall.
It seems we've grown apart again.. It seems I lost another friend.. But that's OK, my days are long.. And I still remember our sweet song.. . I've told you once, I'll tell you twice..
Strung out and electric in your pink lightbulb dress. You're dancing on glass. Your hair is a mess. And you're thinking it's cool in your cellophane cage.
Christmas, every Christmas, is just a state of mind. It's not about the toys or gifts. It's about the love you find. So, when you're passing out your candy hearts.
Does he ask her after all these years if she still loves him?. Does she ask him after all these years if he still cares?. Are these real fears when all I've seen is laughter.