Paroles de Egyptian

I'm rolling in a borrowed car A hot-rod called egyptian With Jules in the back And a terrible decision Green and white And blue and black We'll use for making portraits The colors flashing by outside We'll bring into the fortress With Jules on With you on With me on Once out in the country Brand-new midnight words We'll christen The towers that you wrote of Will be too far off to listen Soft you make my visions And I fear my hand you'll take Morning-cakes like animals For tired eyes i'll bake With Jules on With you on With me on Mother, father, brothers Might be sitting at the table But here beneath my touch I'll keep you as sweetly as I'm able A beautiful boy Beside his dark egyptian model Almost high i'll drive you both To where the papers cannot follow With Jules on With you on With me on, on, on...