Les Fleurs Séchées
Dead Chic
Writers
Upton Park, Andy Balcon, Damien Felix
Lyrics
Grit your teeth
And knuckle down
You’ll find relief in what hasn’t yet been found
Or else stay in your seat
You’ll find relief in what hasn’t yet been seen
Callus palms that never saw a day of work
Just that slumbered at the memory
The sound the verse
Pleasured by simplicity and stolen by a song
A lifetime of solitude something must be wrong
Au jardin on s’est retrouvé,
J’ai pris tes mains à la nuit tombée.
Au matin dessous la rosée
Reposaient là toutes les fleurs séchées.
So unlock
Your door
Walk outside and see the apple with no core
Adam wrapped up in Eve
Posing as Goliath with magic up her sleeve
There’s words
Of your prophet
Scrolling in your palm
You’re tired of the preacher
And you’re tired of his charm
Au jardin on s’est retrouvé,
J’ai pris tes mains à la nuit tombée.
Au matin dessous la rosée
Reposaient là toutes les fleurs séchées.
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