Bordeaux Lip Your Breathing Lungs
(Well you see, it's quite a long story. It really all began three... yes, at least three years ago. I remember that evening quite well...)
I wonder what that song was called
And how we could forget it all
Does it look half empty
As I raise my glass to youth?
I wonder if it's rude to stare
And if I'm still allowed to swear
My mouth feels claustrophobic
Since the day I cut a tooth
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
I wonder who invited us
And if I'm still allowed to blush
And hide myself in a daydream
Every time the hostess speaks
I wonder where I'm gonna stay
And if there's street lamps on the way
Travelling one thousand miles
With all those lovely freaks
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Strangers in full bloom
Left traces in my room
I'll shush myself, I'll wear a blindfold
So I won't call her beautiful
I'll silence myself, I'll wear a blindfold
So I won't call her beautiful
(Why are we talking like this, darling?)
Now we're here, we can't go back
The candles burnt your vocal track
And while I'm telling you this
The echo chamber is on fire
First be quiet, then speak in tongues
Take shelter in your breathing lungs
Once you stop making sense
I'll stop calling you a liar
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
(Why are we talking like this, darling?)
Strangers in full bloom
Left traces in my room
I'll shush myself, I'll wear a blindfold
So I won't call her beautiful
I'll silence myself, I'll wear a blindfold
So I won't call her beautiful
She's beautiful
She's beautiful
She's beautiful
She's beautiful
