Quelque soit l'ivresse. Qu'importe le flacon. Le temps qui reste. Est de moins en moins long. La vie nous dresse. La corde et les chaussons. Mais rien ne presse.
Tombent les nuits à la lueurs de bougies qui fondent. Et que la lumière soit. Passent les heures que s'écoulent à jamais les secondes. Et que la lumière soit.
Paroles & musique: Benjamin Biolay - Keren Ann Zeidel. . Un endroit où aller. Un lit dans une chambre à coucher. Où l'on verrait le jour se lever. J'attendrai.
La, la, lal, laa. La, la, lal, laa. La, la, lal, laa. Lal, lal, lal, laa. . La, la, lal, laa. La, la, lal, laa. La, la, lal, laa. Lal, lal, lal, laa. .
I was running out of trouble. You were running out of fame. Streets smelled like the desert. As they were putting out the flames. And Chelsea burns. Chelsea burns.
Darling. I will remember, darling. I've been. Mellow and tender. I've seen water. By the cathedral. Under the maple. It was in April. You wore a raincoat.
Some other landin' on some other side. The radar dome is firin' on me. I think I might have lost you somewhere in the ride. Between the flatland and the Caspian sea.
I was the darling no one could defeat. Grand hotel suites were my home. Men at my feet, limousines in the street. First class to Paris and Rome. . He walked unannounced through my dressing room door.
All the beautiful girls. They wanna stay late. And finish the wine. In your luxury basement. They swing in velvet and pearls. And like to debate. Pollock and Kline.
J'ai du faire demi-tour. Longer la rivière sans retour. J'ai du faire de mon mieux. Tu ne m'as jamais prise au sérieux. . Pourtant jamais au grand jamais.
101 and one forests. 100 days to abandon. 99 percent. 98 minutes. 97 daughters. 96 men in uniform. 95 faces. 94 pages. 93 million miles away. 92 johnson solids.
We scrawl. Unwritten law of the land. On scroll that's rolled up and rolled in. The cocoon-eyed baby's. Swollen, clenched hand. . The baby cries out in protest.
So, as a mild-mannered child. My mom would drop me off in our family's second-hand Mitsubishi caravan. And I would glance back, before my descent, to mutter, "I love you.".
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh. Ooh. . Ooh. He who asks for much. Has much to give. I don't ask for much. Just enough to live.
I know what is to be broke and then be bold. Tell you that my silver is gold. Though I'm much too old for make believe. And I know what it's like to be hold and not be held.
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I'm not tryna go to bed with you. I just wanna make out in my car. I'm not tryna go to bed with you. I just wanna make out in my car. I'm not tryna go to bed with you.
Indulge me. Indulge me. . All my old lovers have found others. I was lost in the rapture. Dead Sea as barren as a stutter. And colored laughter. I don't trouble nobody.
Hollow one. With inverted tongue. From whence does fulfillment come. When I expel. From this mortal shell. Will I die for living numb. . Am I vital. If my heart is idle.