Can you pass your fingers in my hair ?
Can you bring me dance ?
Can you draw me a horse ?
Or make a ride down the city ? (x4)
I’m here with you in this city
Those empty streets just relate me
That we are with our lonelyness
Waiting for some undying colors
You tell me that you would like to be
Somenone who intend to act decently
Trying in his life to save the least
That remains you that you are still alive
Now I am ready and prepared
I met you at this part of my life
You look smart and capable of making
Beautifull things and cheerfull maps on the blue « we »
map on the blue « we »
map on the blue « we »
Can you pass your fingers in my hair ?
Can you bring me dance ?
Can you draw me a horse ?
Or make a ride down the city ?
Waiting crowling
Few months later
I have the feeling that,
The things didn’t turn right directly all
The intentions of good : Just deseppeared !!!
As I click my fingers,
As i clinck my lies got and turned into grey
Then you integrate the life and the lessons of the no body
Can understand…`
And noon, no one
Answer to the phone while you try
Not to get out of the door
You’ll be finally the first on the floor
Cheerfully bitten for cheerfull
« maps ont the blue we »
Can you pass your fingers in my hair ?
Can you bring me dance ?
Can you draw me a horse ?
Or make a ride down the city ?
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