Paroles : blankass / Musiques : Johan LEDOUX Il fait gris sur tes mains, La lumiere te plait pas. Toi qui dansais pour rien, Toi qui dansais pour
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river And
(This is the part of me that tries to) Turn this circle into an aimless and wave-like line, Because we are not predestined to live in desolation. War
With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field. Riddled with vain attempts. All in a corpse, so familiar But not my own. This is the difference, between
Dressed in bishop's robes Terrifies me still In bishop's robes Bastard headmaster I am not going back I am not going back I am not going back Children
Alleluiah, God - you are worthy of all praise Righteousness and honor are your's all the day As for me, words can't express what my spirit knows as grace
This blue dot of sickly light that is daytime in your embarrassed town burns a hole in your fading yellow ribbon on your fading wine coloured cavalier
(music: arcwelder lyrics: w.graber/s.macdonald) (scott's part - there is a completely unrelated bill's part as well) The thing that gets me down On the
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back-flip and slid across the floor The catholic traffic flowed freely across the river And fiddlestick
I've been out all night I've been out drinking What will you do When you just can't see? Will you break like a branch Or will you stand like a tree?
Dressed in Bishop's robes Terrifies me still In Bishop's robes Bastard headmaster I am not going back I am not going back I am not going back Children
With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field Riddled with vain attempts, all in a corpse, so familiar But not my own, this is the difference Between
Tried so hard to breakaway, Another home a place to stay, Somewhere no one will follow me, A little town of history. Please don?t be long, Please don
Every time that you arrive, I look away, away, Every time that you arrive, It?s hard to say, to say. That now, The only place that I can look is down
It?s always a great pleasure to be, So high, so high, No longer at the bottom or the middle, So high, so high. For days and days I wonder, Through the