On a parfois le cœur soulevé par la sauvagerie du monde.. On est écœuré par l'annonce d'une nouvelle tyrannie.. Le raffinement des anciennes par les mensonges..
I still wear the bracelet,. The one you made and gave to me,. When you were inspired by us,. I still wear it to remember that time, when you were inspired by me..
Want to be happy,. Want to stop just existing,. Want to find that air worth breathing,. Just want to find that something,. That makes life worth living..
My hands just can't seem to work,. I can't block the sun,. There's always that lift away that sifts its way through the cracks,. I can't pick anything up,.
Who am I addressing now?. It seems as though I'm only ever talking to myself. . The mirrors there, but I don't see my face anywhere.. No matter how straight I stare.
Trouble on the floor, trouble on the floor. Everybody knows what you're coming here for. I don't think you know much about this. . Trouble on the ground, trouble all around.
VERSE 1. big news burst over frequencies. Saying 'Peril! C'est Tout! C'est le fin'. Talking heads assessed best outcomes. in the end, all agreed things would end bad.
One night down there in Boston,. down there in Cleveland square. There was a sound that came out,. it came out of nowhere. And the bar manager greeted us.
Life's a nightmare and I can't stand it. Since you turned me lose. And you know without your loving. My life has no use. I know I made mistakes now baby.
I'd rather be anyone but 21, my eyes are red and mouth is numb.. I've been talking to the ceiling, what a way to spend an evening.. I'm not the type to kick up a fuss or leave things in the rain to rust..
I used to dream in black and white. But now it's technicolour. I used to bark but I wouldn't bite. But now the stress I'm under. You used to sing Hallelujah.
You don't know what's real. Until you feel the little things. You find deep in your mind. Where you've been dreaming of. Is made of love. All those things you find will.