Since i met you. this house has started to decay. and every wall that once was clean. has turned a shade of grey.. . so much to rescue. so much you just cant understand.
Lucy, remember the smell of that fall. The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves. I fell off the wagon into your arms. Into this long month of Sundays.
I wake at dusk to go alone. Without a light to the unknown. I want this night inside of me. I want to feel, I want this speeding. I want that speeding.
She kisses him on Bermondsey Street. And rises high on the balls of her feet. Declares this the greatest love. Of the century. . He fumbles for a wedding ring.
As the bell tower blocks the summer light. All the seeds in our garden fight. To break and blossom, all to be adored. And look, your skirt is torn. . And there's blood on our sheets.
Coat of black, coat of black. Weary waiting, weary waiting. . I turn out the light, we kiss goodnight. And weary waiting. Weary waiting to come closer.
So come on, give me the worst. And then again I'm feeling. Braver than I've ever been. From the skull down to the feet. All out for blood and sweat. And meat and for.
A boy like me is told. He is both nine and ninety. And a boy like me. Should shut those books. Join the army. And a boy like me. Would never be seen. Fighting for peace.
She's like the wind through my dreams. She rides the night next to me. She leads me through moonlight. Only to burn me with the sun. She's taken my heart.
It's getting late in the evening, it's time now for dreaming. A candle is burning and tables are burning, yeah. The shadows of darkness will fade in the pale moonlight.
I've been meaning to tell you. I've got this feelin' that won't subside. I look at you and i fantasize. You're mine tonight. Now I've got you in my sights.
le monde a besoin de toi mon rire ne mappartient pas. il te ressemble. les annes sont mlanges. je comprends mieux le sang qui coule en nous. . comme avant solidaire sanguinaire.
javance lentement mon cran de veille sendort. des mots des syllabes en or. tes yeux minspirent tous les clichs du monde. et quelques dserts parfois. .
derrire le miroir je ne vois quun mur. et dans mes tiroirs que des sombres petits bas. le monde se fait vieux nous restent-ils?. que des souvenirs aussi btes que moi-mme.
manciper. se manifester. nous devenons ces autres. qui tirent sur les autres. lisser la peine. inflige cette belle. maison qui est ntre. ailleurs sera pareil.
l'enfant qui sommeille en moi me demande si je suis. libre de faire de mes pas une danse. . tous ces gens qui marchent dans les rues. librs de tous leurs dmons.
la fin a-t-elle un sens?. ai-je mme une deuxime chance?. de repartir. le sommeil long terme. sans rves et sans le mme. je taime dans loreille. . lcran bleu de la mort.
pieds froids cur maladroit. je mise toujours sur le noir. pieds froids lhiver. Paris sur son corps. . me sur et frre. un jeu linaire. . hant par le prsent.
imaginer un homme mourir pas sur la terre mais dans la lune. pas sur la terre (pas sur la terre). mais dans la lune (mais dans la lune). comment peut-il monter au ciel s'il n'y a mme pas de lumire.
comme un caf je laisse des traces. sur un contrat laiss sur la table. on stait dit restons amis. j'ai insist et tes rest. . comme un caf je deviens froid.