paroles de chanson The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit - La Dispute
After
sundown,
before
sleeping
I
am
the
worst
of
me,
I
am
a
mess
of
these
Old
themes
and
the
murmur
of
half-dreams
Whisper
seductively
and
stage
scenes
It's
fear
fiction,
these
visions
Caught
somewhere
between
delusion
and
prophesy
What
I
haven't
done,
what
I've
wanted
to
And
what
I
fear
you
have
becomes
reality
here
Bright
lights
in
the
young
night
keep
to
the
beat
A
classic
party
scene,
crowded
and
interesting
No
love,
no
life,
no
history
Just
touch,
just
chemistry,
just
A
roaring
undercurrent
simple
and
sensory
Young
bodies,
warm
skin,
perfect
symmetry
and
It's
a
moment,
harmless,
it's
energy
It's
like
medicine,
it's
self-discovery
See,
all
the
secrets
I
keep,
why
are
they
secrets?
It's
only
temporary,
that
fleeting
feeling
of
warmth
Just
a
flash
before
the
line
gets
blurry
Between
a
longing
for
more
than
what
the
body
wants
now
And
what
the
body
wants
now
more
than
anything?
Was
it
integrity
that
kept
my
hands
to
myself
Or
just
the
thought
of
getting
too
far
ahead
of
you?
Was
it
that
I
got
too
tired
of
the
consequence?
Or
was
I
just
scared?
I
only
know
I
never
wanted
to
get
left
behind
No
pauses,
not
a
second
guess
First
a
swaying
then
a
stumble
then
a
swagger
They're
just
movements
towards
feeling
It
doesn't
matter,
neither
hesitates
to
carry
on
a
kind
of
energy
Sweat
and
block
out
everything
to
Find
every
aperture
and
compel
the
animal
parts
Fan
flames,
taste
fruit,
taste
bitter
fruit
Just
trying
to
learn
how
all
the
wires
in
the
body
work
Just
trying
to
feel
it
out,
it's
like
medicine
Find
the
healing
in
whatever
bed
they
end
up
in
I
want
to
feel
it
out,
I
want
to
know
how
it
works
I
want
to
know
if
it
was
worth
it
to
worry
About
the
ghosts
I
feared
would
haunt
the
memory
About
the
damage
that
I'm
sure
the
fear
has
done
to
me
now
I
want
to
know
what
it
is
in
me
that
won't
follow
through
Those
nights
the
instinct
takes
a
hold
of
me
and
pushes
too
Maybe
it's
only
that
I've
never
gotten
over
you
Or
am
I
still
scared?
I
see
the
church
steps,
a
vision
Is
there
fiction
in
this
one
too?
It's
true,
I've
made
a
tale
of
it
here
Still,
it's
a
little
unclear
who's
been
haunting
who
And
time
can
be
such
a
funny
thing,
always
moving
to
the
future
Glorifying
the
past
and
amplifying
the
pain
in
frames
and
glass
So
was
our
touch
half
as
sacred
as
I've
made
it
seem
Or
just
another
fabrication
of
a
half-dream?
Just
those
chemicals,
the
adolescent
love
Just
us
trying
to
grasp
onto
meaning,
onto
a
purpose
Onto
a
sense
that
something
spiritual
releases
when
the
feeling
hits
And
when
the
feeling
hits
And
in
that
moment
sparks
and
harps
play
out
A
sweeping
melody
through
fog
and
fantasy
And
in
that
moment
there's
an
honesty
instinctive
and
pure
But
it
departs
like
it
came,
rapid
and
bearing
no
more
Than
fleeting
ecstasy
of
natural
harmony
They
fear
the
notes
being
played
and
try
to
sing
along
Don't
be
ashamed,
be
free
to
the
feeling
Don't
be
ashamed,
keep
feeling
But
find
it:
a
body
that
makes
sense
I've
felt
it
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