I would like to put my fingers in your current
to convince myself that it's true I don't feel anything.
When I try to get closer to those big black eyes of yours,
I would like to make a hole in your head to see your thoughts.
I would like to provoke you in an exceptional way.
I would like to divest myself of everything, even my fears.
'Cause I have no more weapons with you
but you're more naked than I am.
I'm staying here, I'm sleeping with you.
Would you like to have some coffee?
If you want me to, I'll go to a hotel
and that which you feel
I see a tempera painting
with us on an afternoon at a festival.
Slicing a finger with a sheet of paper.
I see a bit of what I want.
I see a plastic plant
in your house on Sundays.
Suspended from a thread, I look at you and smile.
Ours must be love because it's forbidden.
Forbidden.
I would like to tell you that I can't stay for dinner,
that I might be seeing someone else another night.
Because your busy heart is alone in a dream.
Nothing may change but tell me again.
'Cause I have no more weapons with you
but you're more naked than I am.
Tonight I'm sleeping with you.
You said he wasn't here.
If you want me to, I'll go to a hotel
and that which you feel
I see a tempera painting
with us on an afternoon at a festival.
Slicing a finger with a sheet of paper.
I see a bit of what I want.
I see a plastic plant
in your house on Sundays.
Suspended from a thread, I look at you and smile.
Ours must be love because it's forbidden.
Forbidden.
I hope you're able to feel free
to run, to wait.
I hope you're able to scream, to concede.
I hope, I hope tomorrow you're able to... fall in love.
I see a tempera painting
with us on an afternoon at a festival.
Slicing a finger with a sheet of paper.
I see a bit of what I want.
I see a plastic plant
in your house on Sundays.
Suspended from a thread, I look at you and smile.
Ours must be love because it's forbidden.
Forbidden.