paroles de chanson West Ryder Silver Bullet - Kasabian

Then I went down into the basement
Where my friend the maniac
Busies himself with his electronic graffiti
Finally his language touches me
Because he talks to that part of us
Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls
In that moment
Poetry will be made by everyone
And there will be emus in the zone

Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by

I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string (it′s the truth)

I want your touch
Oh, how I want you far too much
She's my baby
He′s my baby

Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling wilbury's, police photofits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It′s so dirty
He′ll be the death of me
But that's okay

I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She′s my baby
He's my baby