Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Le SuperHomard
Interpretação
David Fincher
Violino
Letra
He’s here on yet another bar-stool on Saturday night
His 3-piece-suit’s too tight, he loosens-up his tie
An uncomfortable tension fills the place like a cloud
His spine is wet, his breathing fast
As his turn approaches, he gets such a buzz
From feeling/seeing the look on people’s faces in the room
Takes one last sip of gin and bites the ice
He cannot think, he can only perform
He’s here on yet another bar-stool on Saturday night
His 3-piece-suit is old-fashioned
Mumbled voices take no notice of his move in the crowd
His hands are sweating, his feet numb
As his turn approaches, he gets such a buzz
From feeling the look on people’s faces in the room
Takes one last sip of gin and bites the ice
He cannot think, he can only perform
So far away and yet so close to the auditorium
Fascinated and surprised at this plain man
With such a voice, they’re overwhelmed, he doesn’t need to see the lines
With eyes shut he over sings the grotesque of his style
He needs no lyrics, it’s all in his heart
Tonight is not like any other night
This time he knows he’ll give it all he’s got
Tonight is when he pulls away the mask
Written by: Christophe Vaillant, Pandora Burgess
