Paroles
Do you take whiskey or wine?
Or each of them in their due time
Is it the burning at first
Makes you crave the sweetness?
How do you stoke a flame?
How do you patiently sustain?
When you're chasing time
and fumbling in the darkness?
Bloody hands, I am looking out, from a rocky cliff
vultures circling round
Now I'm trying hard, nearly breaking glass
I got too drunk on that sweetness
I'll bet your finding it hard,
To believe in this now
Did I misread those eyes
Did I stamp that ember out?
It's a long drive back home
And I don't know what to say
So do I come in closer?
Or do I pull further away?
Bloody hands, I am looking out, from a rocky cliff
vultures circling round
Now I'm trying hard, nearly breaking glass
I got too drunk on the sweetness
And If I knew, the right words to say
I would say them loud, I would shout them out
And If I knew the thoughts behind those eyes
I would feel that pulse, I would beat in time
But I got too drunk, I got too drunk
I got too drunk, I got too drunk on that sweetness
On that sweetness, on that sweetness,
Too Drunk, Too drunk on that sweetness
on that sweetness, on that sweetness
Too Drunk, Too drunk on that sweetness
on that sweetness, on that sweetness
Too Drunk, Too drunk on that sweetness
on that sweetness, on that sweetness