paroles de chanson You - Harcsa Veronika

I took the scissors
And cut holes in my favourite top
Hoping that something would happen

I felt the steel on my skin
But there was no blood
What a useless, a useless weapon.

I stepped on the tram for one stop
To that night's club,
Where the gig was about to begin.

I'm on stage, people staring
At my wicked weary top
They didn't know what I was missing.

You, you, oh, oh,
You, you, oh, oh...

The clapping and screaming is over
I'm home alone
But it's still in my head, so alive

So I try not to wait for a sign from you
I switch off the phone
But I hear a taxi arrive

And there was
You, you, oh, oh,
You, you, you, oh...

You...