Paroles de Yellowbelly

A veil of strands of hair so rare Aveiled and stranded there nowhere You speak to me of fate We even set a date Could not tell Michelle I never said and you pretended not to hear I chose not to reveal for fear You speak to me of dreams You speak to me of schemes And I fell Michelle We swim in sands of hope relentless grey And what would Freud say? He'd say "You speak to me of dreams You speak to me of schemes" And I fell Michelle