trompes. Dans la tete du quincailler de Nanterre Qui range, dans ses tiroirs, des bouts d'fer, Sans grande musique, Y a la Compagnie Transatlantique. La vie intime est maritime
's betrayed? Don't pull the wool over my eyes To what's truth, what's lies Sheep in wolf's disguise Maritime tragedies Making angels out of men Maritime
all the cars go where the sun was stations of transparent lives infinity in old blue jeans i'd live a lie if it agreed so in the morning, i am not alone
Perfectly compressed wider holes between your shoulders. Are we renegade or have we orders, is this a passing phase. All that want can make a fool of
My life is a marathon our milk and honey days are gone the shortwaves have taken the long way home the four corners are neatly folded sound the bell
First the engine cut, then car doors The garage door and the shoe heels Then the gate, the dogs and the screen door is alive And neighborhood kids in
Before we wrote the bible there were honest men Dressed like horses and their hands like satin And somewhere in the skies where all the ballads go When
ballads laugh at everyone worse than silence is their song and you are too far away to love shortened by the blasphemy when the sun would warm the sea
Every time I get on an airplane, I think my life can change And sometimes I think it does. But under a dirty light in a borrowed house there is rain
In the wave of car alarms, windows, doors and broken arms. We don't need any food it harms us, everything we do. Yea my hands are sensitive, if I move
If this was your first night on earth would you fight or scream your head off. Would you find a place touching your face to phase for good. What can
Wholesome strum of colonies Public holidays, take the world to bed You can rent your life to death, Window-shopping high Across the borrowed sky Honestly
we touch like human beings the rotten stars are smiling the ocean floor has open arms for wax wings air is the ghost of blood mansions in the hourglass
All children get scarred, turn in guilty faces and tattoos on their arms. They are always changing into naked clothes and times We all fear a different
i am walking again, counting my steps so i don't lose my way back home again my car's collecting leaves i love all of my things, they've been patient
First the streetlight says you should eat something soon, We always flood the hallways with our arbitrary news. I know that you're defenseless, the phone
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't Don't say you don't love me My beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beating heart could stop This hemisphere in your company
the lights have a heartbeat not unlike that which starts me and the whole house starts moving and i've been wearing your clothes i can't fit inside your
