Paroles de Leda

Tell me everything Everybody's fine I can tell you're drunk Wandering somewhere creation Gordian-like knot Ranked by the days Tried to cut you off Somehow pulled it tighter Talking to you It's nearly morning where you are While my afternoons move so slow Pacing the room Awaiting a moment gone too far And your special way of ruining the mood Oh, I'm always wondering where you are May this be the year the spirit takes you, takes you, takes you Oh, you always take it way too far Is it the bottle or blood? I can't relate to you at all The ocean in view I'm thinking of all the Grecian gods The men they all played to get what they want A crashing of waves, a sculpture of Leda and the swan You wait, you wait, you wait You wait and wait and wait