Our history does not date from yesterday
Because if we listen to it, we hear it
Suffocate, spit mucus.
One wonders how it took a step forward.
That will always remain a mystery to me
How the body gets used to when love dies slowly.
Without even having had the flair one day
That the flesh is slowly dying out
I think it's the night you turned out the light
Turning you on your side.
The next day, we woke up behind against behind.
The next day, we woke up with our backs as screens.
Do you remember the sound of our spoons
Which is dead? It felt like a funeral
But it was the two of us who went underground
When you told me that at night, I had cringed.
Then you asked me why I was on edge
Why I was so nervous lately.
You told me I should even open a beer.
You haven't told me for so long
That I didn't even know how to do it anymore.
Beers today are opened manually.
You told me I should even open a beer.
You haven't told me for so long
That I didn't even know how to do it anymore.
Beers today are opened manually.
Our history does not date from yesterday Because if we listen to it, we hear it Suffocate, spit mucus. One wonders how it took a step forward. That will always remain a mystery to me How the body gets used to when love dies slowly.
Without even having had the flair one day That the flesh is slowly dying out I think it's the night you turned out the light Turning you on your side. The next day, we woke up behind against behind. The next day, we woke up with our backs as screens.
Do you remember the sound of our spoons Which is dead? It felt like a funeral But it was the two of us who went underground When you told me that at night, I had cringed. Then you asked me why I was on edge Why I was so nervous lately.
You told me I should even open a beer. You haven't told me for so long That I didn't even know how to do it anymore. Beers today are opened manually.
You told me I should even open a beer. You haven't told me for so long That I didn't even know how to do it anymore. Beers today are opened manually.