Chauchat
Chauchat - Propanolol songtekst
Je score:
I was watching propaganda films Hoping for direction at least Because inspiration is a toy I broke and I was only twelve I lost my patience several times Reading choleric reference in rhyme Renderings of artful lies and they never caught on I stuck my head inside of a trashcan And pretend somehow I'm still there So good luck and take care of And I can't remember how to spell a name after it's given to me Like everyone I place too much on a simple conversation The difference is slight so I'd rather watch your lips just shape the words instead of hearing them I misplaced the thought I was thinking of an earlier time when I was younger