Taste the sweat and the salt of you You're watching me Watching you don't know what to do with myself Because we're just beasts Making love in the glow
I'll look at a graveyard while I'm in the shower and I, I'll sing my songs But not in the morning, when the water is boiling, Late, late at night, and
She's a golden ticket A shining peach mixed in a drink That's resting on a chair in a desert land And not a grain of sand has compromised her worth And
To the coffee shop on a rented bike, 8 a.m. Feeling strangely close to home, here with my closest friends. Amsterdam! With a camera in my hand And
give up books about, about the way we acted Some was charming, some was tragic It's a perfect night for a talk Look at the way the city's looking back
It's six a.m. in the Brooklyn zoo And I may have had a drink or two Mo's scraping me up off the floor And I haven't packed a thing for tour Whoaa Mrs
J'ai ete pris dans l'avalanche J'y ai perdu mon ame Quand je ne suis plus ce monstre qui te fascine Je vis sous l'or des collines Toi qui veux vaincre