paroles de chanson One More Time - Bike For Three!

Rioting quietly, we started fires and threw bricks
Ignition, the rubbing together of two sticks
Dead dog, new tricks, left alone, keep this right
Looking for the cheapest flight and yet another sleepless night
Bad dreams, the deepest fright, endeavor through hallways
Pitch-black, endless, saying "never" to always
Once the doors open, the audience will file in
And then you piano, and I try to violin
I fall to the floor in dementia and protest
My job is to translate into a language that's grotesque
Drowning in the open waters of frustration and blank rage
It troubles the heart and I'm left staring at the blank page
The distorted floor beneath me and blurry skies
Hands that are on fire can't hide worried eyes
The cold sets in, in the autumn of a hell
And I concentrate on the answers at the bottom of a well

In exile
In exile
In exile
In exile

In exile
In exile
In exile
In exile

One more time, forever for the mourner
Dressed in all black and painted into a corner
Hard rock weeks compared to the soft minutes
The few and far-between and words that are off limits
The horses all ran away, they ran away, the birds dispelled
Eyes that may never make contact and words withheld
All the cats are black and the sidewalk's cracked
Been down so long, I don't know how to act
Appearing real, strangling the steering wheel and choking throttles
Thinking the worst and drinking out of broken bottles
The deepest breath, held it in, a skeleton that grows twisted
Are we reading from the right script, tight-lipped, closed-fisted
Bearing a task, all the questions we're caring to ask
While keeping our guards up and wearing a mask
Making art, the war being waged and taking part
Seeing the stars fall and the sound of a breaking heart, like