1. |
Drunk Sex
03:18
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Dreaming, I'd like to be just dreaming
when you take my hand saying 'now, you're mine',
when you drag me down to the firing line.
Staring at the ceiling, forgetting about sleeping;
thinking about the past and the wars to come,
frightened by the night, praying for the dawn.
And you say that you'll never compromise again,
it's clever, though, take a look at the weather
if you're coming like a storm.
And I think it's the same as ever:
traps for fools and small prints on the letters
that you make me sign threatening with a storm.
There you come, whistling a song
just in case I forget you the day that you're gone.
Dreaming, now I know I'm not dreaming
when you chase me up stopping all the clocks,
when you try to tame me as if I'm your dog.
What else do you want to steal me?
You already got my breathing
and every little inch of my sinner heart.
Do you want me to cringe or to tear me apart?
And you say that you'll never compromise again,
it's clever, though, take a look at the weather
if you're coming like a storm.
And I think it's the same as ever:
traps for fools and small prints on the letters
that you make me sign threatening with a storm.
There you come, whistling a song
just in case I forget you the day that you're gone.
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2. |
Was It The White Wine?
03:47
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Darling, I know that you know that I've never lost the attention.
Darling, I'm aware that you've got someone, someone you haven't mentioned.
It's alright; we can play your games if you want tonight,
like we don't know our names; we can make it all night.
A future regret, like a non-violent fight.
We will blame the white wine.
Darling, I know that you love the way my finger cherishes your neck.
Living for the sin, I think that there is nothing holy to protect.
It's alright; we've been here before, it's one of too many nights;
we don't have to pretend nor switching off all the lights.
As today we're enjoying, tomorrow we'll disguise.
Just try to blame the white wine.
I want to do as if what we're doing wasn't right.
(I'll never be yours, you'll never be mine)
You want to do me what you know I won't decline.
(I'll never be yours, you'll never be mine)
I want to do it while is kicking the bassline.
(I'll never be yours, you'll never be mine)
You want to do it with the violence of a crime.
(I'll never be yours)
Try to blame the white wine.
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3. |
The Colour Of The Walls
03:54
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It's hard to sleep when you don't really want to.
Slowly creeping through the doubts that keep you awake all the night.
I'll try to make you realize that I'm not the one you're looking for some reason that I don't want to know.
I don't want to fight or to have an argument until late at night,
so turn off the light so I can't see the prison reflected in your eyes.
The Bloody Mary's after lunch, your belly button's diamond,
the colour of the walls before the crack; after the moan.
Misbehaving, not to see everything that frightens me.
Sing an old song, sweet caressing until the apogee
and remember when your heart was a kind of shelter
when the days were black, when I couldn't stand my inner lack
for reasons that I still don't know.
Did you hear the crack when all the fears started to attack?
When the backs were bleeding for the stabs
that we both gave as a 'don't come back'.
When I want you, you don't want me;
it is quite frustrating.
When you want me I don't want you;
it's the game we're playing.
When I want you, you don't want me;
funny hesitation.
When you want me, I don't want you;
misfortune's our nation.
Yes, we met at the wrong time
and all that's left are empty bottles and
the colour of the walls.
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4. |
Who Owes A Life?
04:16
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I'm sorry if I mistook trying to tame your cheeky smile;
now I know the things that has no place in my desire.
Your eyes were looking at me from up to down,
I felt like a clown, alone in a sad town,
with nowhere to go, but you…
Said that at least I tried to make it worthwhile
and that in spite the troubles I know how to fall with style.
My eyes were looking at you from up to down,
you noticed the frown, you said 'honey, calm down,
there's still places to go with you…'
As if I wanted to.
Then I crawled across the floor
while you were looking to God knows where.
Now I just don't want to know where did you go
if you went somewhere.
It was good to play until we bet our hearts on dice.
It was good to play until we bet our hearts on dice.
Who owes a life?
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