Lyrics
This sharpest taste, this lover is cold
is the black flag you wave at me
the colour is wrong
Without distraught there s no beauty, the colour is wrong
than just a sip of it all
Let s cease this long-time mockery, than just a sip of it all
The hour is gone, j ai pens aux creux sur ta peau
Now these flowers are sold, let s cease this long-time mockery Christine, than just a sip of it all
was your red mouth overflowing
you re both resplendent and rusty
j ai pens aux creux sur ta peau
Now these flowers are sold, the colour is wrong
Now these flowers are sold, the colour is wrong
the lightning s path under your skin
the colour is wrong
the hour is gone
o les p n trations en gros plan
o les visages s effondraient
The colour is wrong, than just a sip of it all, you just tease me
is the black flag you wave at me
Promettaient des gouffres, this lover is cold Ugly-Pretty, it was for love and love only
The colour is wrong, now these flowers are sold Ugly-Pretty, the closest one to embody
The lightning s path under your skin, ils ont insist pour me montrer une vid o, without distraught there s no beauty
the closest one to embody
The colour is wrong, than just a sip of it all
j ai pens aux creux sur ta peau
Than just a sip of it all, the hour is gone
And i want more, this lover is cold