Текст песни Night 52 - Christine and the Queens

Night 52 was the cruelest of those nights
Would have been easier to just pick a fight
Would have been easier to just pick a fight
White
And then suddenly a hint of blood, a shout
You were turning down your face I held you tight
You were turning down your face I held you tight
I want it open
So cut it open, cut it open
So you could see through it
And now I'm lace-like
Now I'm lace-like
Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I try
But to live with all the numbers you shed
But I fail again
'Cause 52 is stuck in my head
One
On the 23rd of them, we lived as one
We were winded but nothing had come undone
We were winded but nothing had come undone
From
Forty-one, I can only recall your palms
It was you who said, "No mercy for bygones"
It was you who said "No mercy for bygones"
I want it open
So cut it open, cut it open
So you could see through me
And now I'm lace-like
Now I'm lace-like
Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I try
But to live with all the numbers you shed
But I fail again
'Cause 52 is stuck in my head
I try
But to live with all the numbers you shed
But I fail again
'Cause 52 is stuck in my head