Nuages de faïence relevés de nacre
Mon pinceau courbe l'échine comme un cheval de fiacre
J'ai esquissé la lune sur une toile de nuit
En laissant ma fortune aux clés du paradis.
Vent d'aquarelle
Buissons huilés :
Palette charnelle
Je ne suis plus un arc-en-ciel
Je sens que les amis sont au bout du chemin
Ils me disent que je tiens le ciel entre leurs mains
Mais mes doigts de malade craquent aux confins du vieux
J'ai senti la barrière d'où l'on voit de ses yeux!
Le c?ur enduit de vin, je vexe ma cirrhose<
Wisdom
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
now night has fallen on the stair
some things you do you can never repair
seems I'm always pretendingÂÂ
things aren't there when they are
and the leaves are nearly off the trees
and the traffic's thick past yellow windows
and I'm lost inside the frozen headlights
thinking of you
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
and the trees are looking like bones
and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain
I'm staring out of this metal train
thinking of you
and the trees are looking like bones
and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain
and I¡Ã‚¯m tangled up in memory's thorns
no way through
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore
trees like bones, yellow windows
memories, thorns, oh and you
time no good
wisdom no good
patience no good
to me anymore