I’ve been seen on the Vercors range
Doing bungee jumps
Robbing amphorae
At the bottom of coves
I’ve courted moray eels
I’ve made love, I’ve played dead
You weren’t born yet
At the seaside resort
You didn’t have to be asked twice
I was massage glove, geyser
A tad more and I dripped
A water tale
At night I lie
I take trains to cross the plain
At night I lie
And wash my hands of it
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains
I spent the season
Within this cranium
Your thoughts
I made my own
Hoarding you, only hoarding you
From platform to platform
I made so many misunderstandings dance
Miles and miles of vie en rose
One day at the circus
Another trying to humour you
Spitz trainer
Aqueduct dynamiter
At night I lie
I catch trains across the plain
At night I lie
Shamelessly
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains
I’ve been seen on the Vercors range
Doing bungee jumps
Robbing amphorae
At the bottom of coves
I’ve courted moray eels
I’ve made love, I’ve played dead
You weren’t born yet.
At night I lie
I take trains to cross the plain
At night I lie
And wash my hands of it
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains
At night I lie
I take trains to cross the plain
At night I lie
And wash my hands of it
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains