[Verse 1]
How nice are self-inflicted wounds
I took driving lessons
To learn how to crash with more and more strenght
How nice are self-inflicted wounds
I took driving lessons
To learn how to crash with more and more strenght
As it there were a way to get hurt
In a precise point
But well dresssed
To then come back
With the same steps, but another smile
Here stones are flying and it's not rice...
[Hook]
And I preferred this moon to the sun
What smiles to me and says "Good luck!"
And don't be afraid
And my pen is fuming
Good luck!
And I believed in the words of
A song that said that
The night is still ours
But you weren't there
Good luck!
[Verse 2]
How nice are self-inflicted wounds
I took driving lessons
To learn how to crash with more and more strenght
How nice are your lessons
You who know how to be cautious
I've always preferred the dark of the night to the day
As if there were a way to be fine
As if there were a law
As if we were a herd
As if we had all the same rules
The night is ours, I slide on this roof with no tiles...
[Hook]
And I preferred this moon to the sun
What smiles to me and says "Good luck!"
And don't be afraid
And my pen is fuming
Good luck!
And I believed in the words of
A song that said that
The night is still ours
But you weren't there
Good luck to you!