Ce soir il pleut.C'est la vrai tempête comme tu dis Léa.Ca vous embête?
Moi ça ne m'embête pas.Ca me rend...mélancolique.Et ça rappelle des souvenirs.
Enfin.Pas besoin d'avoir de la pluie pour sentir un brin de mélancolie dans ce texte.
Un jour [un soir], on m'a chuchoté quelque chose...
PieRrOt tHe cLoWn,iS in tHe ***...
Moi ça ne m'embête pas.Ca me rend...mélancolique.Et ça rappelle des souvenirs.
Enfin.Pas besoin d'avoir de la pluie pour sentir un brin de mélancolie dans ce texte.
Un jour [un soir], on m'a chuchoté quelque chose...
"Ouvrez les yeux bon sang, le ciel vous offre ses larmes,
et moi,ça me fait rêver..."
un [bel] incOnnu.
et moi,ça me fait rêver..."
un [bel] incOnnu.
Leave me dreaming on the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round.
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
Saw you crashing round the bay,
Never seen you act so shallow,
Or look so brown.
Remember all the things you'd say,
How your promises ran hollow,
As you threw me to the ground.
And if you're ever around,
In the backstreets or the alleys,
Of this town.
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in pity,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
When I dream, I dream your lips,
When I dream, I dream your kiss,
When I dream, I dream your fists,
your fists, your fists...
Leave me bleeding in the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round.
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town.
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round.
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town,
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
Saw you crashing round the bay,
Never seen you act so shallow,
Or look so brown.
Remember all the things you'd say,
How your promises ran hollow,
As you threw me to the ground.
And if you're ever around,
In the backstreets or the alleys,
Of this town.
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in pity,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
When I dream, I dream your lips,
When I dream, I dream your kiss,
When I dream, I dream your fists,
your fists, your fists...
Leave me bleeding in the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow,
For the next round.
Keep this scene inside your head,
As the bruises turn to yellow,
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around,
In the city or the suburbs
Of this town.
Be sure to come around,
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown,
Like Pierrot the clown.
PieRrOt tHe cLoWn,iS in tHe ***...
