Paroles de Don't Be Light

Jean croc: Don't be light Don't be light Don't be light Maybe like me Don't be light Don't be light Don't be light Maybe like me Don't be light Don't Don't Don't be light Don't Maybe like me Don't be light Don't be light Don't be light Maybe like me Don't be light Beck: (don't be light Don't be light, a ha) Wild life The grey surprises of our days Singing in caves Fabricating a new abandon We don't see the master's hand We bang on gold tamourines In the cross hairs of some transient gun Trading desires on the banquet line La, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, Jean croc: Don't Don't be light Don't Maybe like me Don'y be light Don't be light Don't be light Maybe like me Don't be light