paroles de chanson Sweet Disorder - Strawpeople

Everybody's sleeping, under my skin
Never quite believing and so it begins
Someone gets elected and a satellite falls
Are we reaching some conclusion
Or just talking to the wall

And I never knew what it is was
That we had left to prove and

Such a sweet disorder
Such a change to find
And the way you touch me
Never thought that I would find now

Everybody's sleeping, so I close my eyes
Your breath I am receiving, I fall you sigh
Someone gets rejected, and a satellite falls
Everything it makes sense and then nothing at all

Such a sweet disorder
Such a change to find
And the way you touch me
Never thought that I would find now

Sweet

Sweet

Sweet

Such a sweet disorder
Such a change to find
And the way you touch me
Never thought that I would find now

Such a sweet disorder
Such a change to find
And the way you touch me
Never thought that I would find now

Such a sweet disorder
Such a change to find
And the way you touch me
Never thought that I would find now

Such a sweet disorder