paroles de chanson Soft Targets - Helgi Jonsson

With a heart true love stores
And an eye filled with a chance
Take the moon in for a cover
And the knife for a slow advance

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

With an aim for a softness
Fill my cartridge, fill it up
With blanks, and I'm backing off to see
'Cause we always chose to close us down

And ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

When the smoke is drifted south
Will you walk with me and war
And turn home
Some prove bad or some for worse
And for good, you're the only

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah