Paroles de Brouhaha

Were you up to something? Caged and pacing Back and forth, back and forth Your body and head Got to get them together, got to get us together Cursed and waiting Take it back, take it back Our conversations to each other Gonna do it right You got two black eyes You got two blacks eyes, boy They match your clothes They match your taste Your head is full, visions Building and building Come closer listen Thinking it over, get your life in motion Gotta save yourself, gotta save yourself There's nothing in this place I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge We’ve got to go, we’re here too long Gotta have your angle, gotta have your angle You got two black eyes You got two blacks eyes, boy They match your clothes They match your taste