歌词
Playing with the words
Borrowed darkness from a blackbird's call
Borrowed the time, but once the words escape
The shakes come knocking at my door with haste
Working at your head
In the study with the lead pipe red
A game of thrones and everything is feeling great
The counterpoint to our mistakes
Everything sounds candy
Rivers in my ears, its madness
I've invented a new sadness
Stepping on phrases
Making love on the lines of pages
All my friends with guns and golden bandoleers
Are wondering what they're doing here
Working at your head
In the study with the lead pipe red
A game of thrones and everything is feeling great
The counterpoint to our mistakes
Everything sounds candy
Rivers in my ears, its madness
I've invented a new sadness
Written by: David Quattrini, Jérôme Plasseraud
