Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can’t seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take)
I’ve felt this way before
So insecure
Chorus
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It’s haunting how I can’t seem…
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take)
I’ve felt this way before
So insecure
Chorus (Repeat until end)
There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling (Whispered during chorus)
Octobre encore me rappelle
Nos élans brisés, nos départs
J’avais détourné le regard
Tu avais replié tes ailes
On va parfois si loin chercher
La route qu’on a sous le pied
On va tellement si loin quérir
Nos décisions de revenir
Le temps craqué, le temps bohème
Le temps qui meurtrit ce qu’il sème
le temps fêlé, temps des naufrages
Le temps qui ramène au rivage
Temps qui renoue les trajectoires
De nos cœurs migratoires
Janvier hurlait à pierre fendre
Couvrait d’oubli nos doigts, nos songes
Comment renaître de mos cendres
Que notre geste se prolonge
Il n’en tenait plus qu’au hasard
Ses fruits possibles dans le noir
Volte-face au pied du néant
Nos corps à tout crin, à tout vent
Le temps craqué, le temps bohème
Le temps qui meurtrit ce qu’il sème
le temps fêlé, temps des naufrages
Le temps qui ramène au rivage
Temps qui renoue les trajectoires
De nos cœurs migratoires
I’ve got ways to make you sorry
Start my life with someone else
I’ve got ways to make you fall
I’ll tell you all the things that I lied about
I’ve got ways to make you mad
Laughing at the girl sitting on your lap
I’ve got ways to make you sing my songs
Ones I ain’t written yet
I’ve got lights you’ve never seen
I’ve got moves I’ve never used
I’ve got ways to make you come
Back to me
I’ve got ways to make you strange
Drug you up and drag you home
I’ve got ways to track you down
In all of the places you like to go
I’ve got ways to make you crazy
Wear all the things you always wanted me to
I’ve got ways to make you run
My daddy is coming for you
I’ve got lights you’ve never seen
I’ve got moves I’ve never used
I’ve got ways to make you come
Back to me
I’ve got ways to make you hear me
Just by whispering your name
I’ve got ways to make you think
You’ll never be happy again
I’ve got ways to make you see
I’m so much better than before
I’ve got ways to make you swear
You won’t want your old life anymore
I’ve got lights you’ve never seen
I’ve got moves I’ve never used
I’ve got ways to make you come
Back to me
Is it wicked not to care when they
say that you’re mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren’t there?
Is it wicked not to care when you’ve wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone that’s there?
I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate because of fear
Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design
Rusting armour for effect
It’s not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when you’re dead
Counting acts and clutching thoughts
By the river where the moss grows
Over rocks the water running all the time
Is it wicked when you smile Even
though you feel like crying
Even though you could be sick at any time?
But if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I’m dead
If there was a sequel Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me till I’m dead
And if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I’m dead
Or is there someone else instead?
