J'ai pousse la porte comme tous les soirs Je rentrais du taf , etait deja tard Ton air desempare et encore dans ton peignoir C'est quoi ce foutoir Tu
Anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now. anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is
pieds froids c?ur maladroit je mise toujours sur le noir pieds froids l?hiver Paris sur son corps ame s?ur et frere un jeu lineaire hante par le present
Anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and I'm tired now. anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is
New music New listening Not an attempt to understand something that is said For if something were being said The sounds would be given the shapes of words
I say a drink might help me sleep, I say I don?t sleep much at all these days, I say it?s cold, Besides, I?m broken. Hard as earth the love of the past
My precious wife, I am in shambles I am crumbling, I am Was it something I did Bid the tide to climb so high that it ripped our shore up I can fix it,
Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean Out where the waves crash contempt on the land Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest Somebody
Now speak of anger, forget all the fears you've kept about love and sex and death and faith, erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between
"I've come here as a man in shambles?worn out from begging on my knees. Please, I'm just trying to keep my family together. Now, when you saw you're
"Up, M'Lady--Pack your things, this place is not your home. Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride." "And how we've trembled
The lion isn't sacred when not sleeping near the lamb, it is evil when it eats unless it's feeding from the damned, all the children painted diagrams
At times I?ve shouted out unprovoked, at the world and you, Just to see if the people around me react. Sometimes I think they?re all acting, At times
Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing, ?Someone carry me away.? If there?s always someone leaving. Will we ever stop believing
It was out on the highway. It was warmer than blood. It was spaces and basements. Faces brimming with love. It was nightfall to daybreak. Finding a
I promised Colin I?d keep writing, and That?s the only promise I?ve kept, but I have no regrets. Like, Your empty mailbox? It doesn?t bother me. Not at
I recall once on the church steps, When I moved to kiss your chest, How we paid such close attention To each sweet and stuttered breath, I should?ve
