Τρίτη, 21 Ιουλίου 2015

Voyage dans le temps (quand on était jeunes...)



Για κάθε Κυριακή που, όπως εκείνη την πρώτη πρώτη κιόλας (αστείο τώρα που το σκέφτομαι, αλλά χορεύαμε σε κύκλο όλα αυτά τα χρόνια), νόμιζα ότι είχε τελειώσει η ιστορία μας κι όμως αυτή, πεισμωμένη, πάντα επιβίωνε.

Μα πρώτη φορά τώρα οι στίχοι ταυτίστηκαν μαζί μου, λέξη προς λέξη, όσα νιώθω, όσα θέλω να σου πω μα ποτέ μου δε θα πω.

It's a choice to stay
It's a dream yeah and I wanna wake
You have blood on your hands and I'm feeling faint
And honey yeah, you can't decide

I'm a drug you don't wanna give up
Smoke your cigarette and make your love flow
You poured blood in my heart, I can't get enough
I'm drowning and you can't decide

It's not about geography or happenstance
You need to fly and take a chance
You don't need to soar to emptiness
And float on high and forever dance alone
You're scared 'cause I feel like home

I hear your voice and I knew right away
If you were here what your eyes would say
I have blood on my feet as I walk away
Rivers are red, it's starting to rain

I'm not gonna live for you or die for you
Won't do anything anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side

I won't live for you or die for you
Won't do anything anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
Oh, you leave me here on the other side

I won't live for you or die for you
Do anything, anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
Oh, you leave me here on the other side

I won't live for you or die for you
Do anything anymore for you
Because you leave me here on the other side
You leave me here on the other side

I won't live for you or die for you
Won't do anything anymore for you

I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you
Shed one more tear for you
I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you
At least not 'til Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon

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