paroles de chanson Break Up - Yann Tiersen feat. Claire Pichet
Windows,
doors,
walls
and
carpets,
chairs,
tables
and
flowers,
bread,
wine,
Butter
and
jam,
fries,
meat,
beans
and
all
spices.
I′ve
lost
the
taste
of
these
things
for
two
weeks
now.
I'm
just
waiting
for
a
cup
of
dirty
snow.
Airports,
railroad
stations,
highways,
streets
and
foggy
lines.
Traffic,
lights,
cars
and
planes,
boats,
bicycles
and
walkers.
Now
I′m
wondering,
blind,
in
the
city.
I'm
surrounded
by
towers,
made
of
dirty
snow.
Faces,
ears
and
bellies,
backsides,
legs,
fingers
and
feet.
Sweat,
tears,
dripping
bodies,
parties,
someone
is
fucked
up.
Now
I'm
quiet
in
this
snow,
snowy
country.
I′m
hanging
on
until
I
am
old,
just
older
than
now.
1 The Neighbourhood
2 Break Up
3 Monochrome
4 Monochrome
5 Dispute
6 Arrival On the Island
7 The Drowned Girl
8 The Fromveur
9 The Man With Hanging Arms
10 On The Wire
11 Happy Days
12 The Crisis
13 Les bras de mer
14 Les Bras de Mer
15 The Fall
16 Collapsing
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