Mes pas dans la neige suivent tes pas. Mon dieu que n'ai-je. Mon dieu que n'ai-je. Su te garder là. L'oiseau dans la cage de parle plus. Pas d'avantage.
Je traîne mes alles. Les yeux fermes. Laissant mes plumes. Aux âmes désavouées. Je brise les coeurs. Et les questions. Tout en douceur. Sous la forme et le fond.
The lips of time, they kiss again. When I walk alone, into the night. They know my voice, they know my name. My need for love, my fear of heights. So I keep my wit, my running game.
Don't say nothin'. I'll speak for two. I'll do the lying. You just walk through. It ain't no crime. That's what we do. Ain't that what we do?. . There are no victims,.
Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief. Where you are the valet of honor and I am the thief. And don't ever mention the stains that you left on my track.
I want the morning rain to push it all off my face. The world as fast as a train to take me away and leave me out there. Want the Sunday priest to put up the candle.
Somewhere late at night. Merman called the breeze. Found an out of sight. And simply watched at ease. . The sea was cold as ice. Lonely as it seems. The wind came to my eyes.
Close your eyes and roll a dice. Under the board there's a compromise. If after all we only lived twice. Which lies the run road to paradise. . Don't say a word, here comes the break of the day.
Mes pas dans la neige suivent tes pas. Mon dieu que n'ai-je. Mon dieu que n'ai-je. Su te garder là. . C'est le seul vide que je comblerais peut-être. Le seul horizon que je vois par la fenêtre.
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.
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.
I'm wasting the hours floating in my bed. And placing sunflowers over my head. You're facing the doorway waiting for a sign. To stop me in some way from crossing the line.