Instrumental
. 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
We're kicking everybody out Because the party's getting way too loud And the kid in the back is tearing all my posters down Now The Cars are saying a??
You just want the phone to ring The dogs to bark and the wind to sing Your name in the car We're all staring at the flies They're all dying to get inside
We've got to get out we're surrounded by how far you might go and your dragging out your secrets in hidden lives out on the coast you can always go home
Angel and Ida asleep by the pool again trying to chase the day away She always wore red shoes so i wore a matching tie and everyone thought that we were
The leaves came down when you walked by them all year round The trees fall at your feet Southbound birds and winter bees are soldiers In the army all
If you wanna go out Hide your shoulders From all the foolish shapes That might give you away We are guarded, by all unclarity. And the urgency is beating
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
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
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
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
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
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
You are going to have to lie to me. I've been breathing in since I don't when, I didn't know anything. I didn't know anything, didn't know what to say
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
