paroles de chanson The Next Day - Emilie Chick

No, no there hasn't been another man
Woman, spirit or thought that hurt me so bad
So lost was I, in the desert so long
That spiders and snakes crawled out to sing me a song

Dreams drag around my head
Fog is cloggin' my eyes up, all red
Fruits I can't eat rot in a bowl
Vibes I can't beat rattle my soul

A mere whisper at first
It became a howling chant
Wouldn't let me go, I insisted I can't leave him I just can't
As it rose and rose louder from the depths
Reaching my heart, my soul, my mind
I had to face the deaths
Of this love, of that life
No longer prisons would confine me
No longer could the warden bribe me

Dreams drag around my head
Fog is cloggin' my eyes up, all red
Fruits I can't eat rot in a bowl
Vibes I can't beat rattle my soul

Leftover soup is drippin' down the drain
Why not I skip a dish and wash my brain
Leftover soup is drippin' down the drain
Why not I skip a dish and wash my brain
And wash my brain
And wash my brain
And wash my brain
And wash my brain