Baggypantsrich - Saint Michel Lyrics

Drink too much. Drink enough to have a good time
Linking up with someone to touch. Be my chime
Wasting you wasting me is what I need
Loving you loving me is my plea

We did feed on corporal seed for a night
Painting you with painted leaves in the light
Hearts of fire in the choir of your love
It's your voice - it's your choice to sing to me

No career, no more beer, just a walk
Walk me home. Get some dome. Sidewalk chalk
On my face. Change my race to be with you
I don't care. I'll cut my hair to find what's true

A month too soon. A month too late to get back home
Rushin' back. Rush roulette. Russian tome
I've given up all my words to be with you
I've given up a second tongue cuz nothing's new

Cuz nothing's new!
Tu m'exclus!

Non! Écoute-moi! Tu ne piges pas
Je te parle et tu t'en fous de moi
Au soleil, je lève mes bras pour lui dire
Que je suis tout prête à mourir
Oui, ce n'est que moi qui dit, tout bas
"À bas la superficie qui te rend aveugle"
J'ai le morale au plus bas
Je pense en bla-bla
Cet amour vache qui meugle