I know that what you always wanted to be
Twisted your mind and couldn't set you free
Now what you expect is to leave and quite
Your misery in which you included me
And watch the sky and fly so high
That you can even touch the clouds
And all the angels nearby
After all you deserve like the others to be served
What you were was always verse
Not duplicity ...
She liked the band today
I liked it too but they
Don't have same rays of light
That are dancin' in town
They don't have the same name
That makes O2 seems grey
It was the nineth of 'ninety-eight
(cool eyes, little nose, put your hands in my pant)
On this cold november day
... and I watched the leaves fall down ...
What a nice artificial tree
What a sweet color
We sticked on ...
A THING OR TWO
Once a time a girl, her nickname was 'the reach'
Many years from now, it's something we could teach
Time has passed and now, not the same " bitch "
Her face is showing time, it shows us it's a ditch
A thing or two 'bout you still live
A thing or two
Was it lost or used ?
Is it pain ?
I know a thing or two ...
There's something that stands
Through the years that you spent
It's a smile and a brain with the pictures of sand
... just one thing or two that you keep in your hand
On top of the world with your thorns (crowns) and jewels
Or deep in the hole, as they tread the fools.
Eighty or twelve, always reddening faces,
As you cross the street, shyly say your name.
A step forward, it's the world progressing,
A deep hard sight, it's the world that is waiting,
A hanging lock, half the world's questionning,
As it's replaced, the other half's answering.
In your oak's case
We will never forget
How long we have waited
Cool time is coming
The end of the day's rising
Heads explode on the floor
Doors are wide opened
The eyes are turning
The end is ringing at my door
I care ... 'bout alcohol
And drugs we have to bring
Burnt brains are singing
While the edge dances on swing
TV's crashed down on the street
No one's zorro
No one left
No regards left
No one but grave
No one's monster
No one's beauty
No one's wonderwoman
No one lives
No one is really hoping
No one is really whispering