Paroles de Change

Those solar explosions My refuge against your cries The twisted immersion Under a layer of fire. Come up to the trapeze with me Brush my perspective My arms stretched out Like branches into the pathetic truth. Sometimes I feel my teeth Falling down my smile, Sometimes I feel I'm losing my steps Through this empty desert. When I achieve to pull out The fishhooks from my eyes Bring me back my cycle And don't show the tattooed wound. Stay...walk on my fingers Let out the sun under your tongue The perfect spiral Straight up ways again I don't vow remembering