The sky up above, zing, boom...

sometimes it's you i see.
sometimes you're the girl driving that black car.
sometimes you're the silhouette up that hill.
sometimes you're the face up above, in the clouds.
sometimes you're the girl with a blade i see in the mirror.
i guess i'm fucked, huh ?

Ecorché mon visage.
Ecorchés mes genoux.
Ecorché mon petit coeur tout mou.
Bousillées mes godasses.
Bousillé sur ma joue.
Bousillées les miettes de nous.

~ It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels ?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me ?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making ?
You, you and me.
Be running up that hill... ~

désolé le texte me fesait penser à ces paroles de placebo o_o

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