paroles de chanson Folk Song 4 - Paris Street

We don't know how to drink to perfection but we know how to cope
The front porch is creaking, the wind is unsure where to go
The words I say hang in the air then fall flat on their face
And comfort ain't coming so I keep it all in for your sake

Well damn if I still care, if I tend to still show concern
I'm trying my best but these feelings can't help but return
Your weakness was in finding fault where there's none to be found
Do me a favor and act surprised when it all goes down

We write with regret, then pick up and we proceed anew
It's too hot on this otherwise-fine July afternoon
The mosquitoes gather, take pity, and fly away
And I'm sincerely sorry for having nothing to say