puis d'etoiles, Amassees, cachees sous mon voile A l'aube en te croyant roi Mes levres sont mortes a minuit Mes levres sont mortes d'ivresse, Embrasees
Under an eclipse of ever rising feeling Moving faster through my veins, bleeding out the sun That?s beating down on our necks And burning my eyes If
Go, go Don't want to talk about the government Don't want to talk about some incident Don't want to talk about some pe-pe-peppermint gum Don't want to
