Paroles:
Jumelle

chose etrange Qui fait que nos deux c?urs Sont le fruit d'un melange Tu es plus que ma s?ur Tu seras toujours celle Qui me decodera Oui, je suis ta jumelle

cette chose etrange Qui fait que nos deux c?urs Sont le fruit d'un melange Tu es plus que ma s?ur Tu seras toujours celle Qui me decodera Oui, je suis ta jumelle

A burning flame goes by and by Visible love stands side by side It comprehends Beginnings never end Into the cycle of the here and now We take our fears

A burning flame goes by and by Visible love stands side by side It comprehends Beginnings never end Into the cycle of the here and now We take our fears

J'ai bien connu deux s?urs jumelles Qui ne s'accordaient pas du tout. Celle qui se prenommait Angele Et qui se croyait la plus belle Etait une poupee

She moves through the black door She turns toward the desperate light With her breath like iodine, with her filigree design She summons the fire from

Ernie: (quietly) Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, mmmmmmm. (Ernie slips behind the chair and Bert looks over his shoulder too late. Ernie comes up at the

I grew up on western swing Bob Wills had me hooked early in my teens A fiddle was the only thing I put my fingers on Faded love was my love till you came

A burning flame goes by and by Visible love stands side by side It comprehends Beginnings never end Into the cycle of the here and now We take our fears