Can you pass your fingers through my hair?
Can you bring me dance?
Can you draw me a horse?
And make a ride down the city?
I’m here with you in this city
Those empty streets just relate me
That we are with our lonelyness
Waiting for some undless colors
You tell me that you would like to be
Somenone who intend to act decently
Trying in his life to save the least
That reminds you that you are still alive
Now I am ready and prepared
I met you at this time of my life
You look smart and capable of making
Beautifull things and cheerfulls maps on the blue « we »
Maps on the blue « we »
Can you pass your fingers in my hair ?
Can you bring me dance ?
Can you draw me a horse ?
And make a ride down the city ?
Waiting,
Crawling few months later,
I have the feeling that
The things didn’t right directly !
All the intentions of good
Just desappeared !
As I click my fingers
As I click my lies
Got and turned into grey
Then you intagrate
The life and the lessons
Of the « nobody can understand » !
And noon, no one answer to the phone
While you try not to get out of the door !
You’ll be finally the first on the floor
Chearfully beaten
For cheerfulls maps on the blue « we »
Maps on the blue « we »
So oh oh
Can you pass your fingers through my hair ?
Can you bring me dance ?
Can you draw me a horse ?
And make a ride down the city ?

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