Lyrics
dance until the fever scratches us
When i dance in the darkness or the lightness moves my soul divine, they never created
i looked for wisdom in meanings of words that never cease
je ne parlez pas francais
you know what i m saying
For when you despair on the horizon, cynics don t cry
why are you asleep
Indelible spectacular, do you hear me
je ne parlez pas francais
Je ne parlez pas francais, we ride the milky way
we dance to come home
J en suis desolee, who milks your thoughts
Wished for luck to meet me in time, i looked for wisdom in meanings of words that never cease
We dance to come home, for when you despair on the horizon Desolee, j en suis desolee
Do you hear me, space in the molecular
J en suis desolee, you know what i m saying
J en suis desolee, je ne parlez pas francais, when i dance in the darkness or the lightness moves my soul divine
Only looked for hooks and crooks, i looked for wisdom in meanings of words that never cease
one more time
Which side of the screen do you live on, we dance to come home
Je ne parlez pas francais, j en suis desolee, je ne parlez pas francais
While millions die in their cerebral sky, we ride the milky way, je ne parlez pas francais
Infinitely swayed, the shaded and the jaded, one more time
Who milks your thoughts, which side of the screen do you live on, j en suis desolee
When i dance in the darkness or the lightness moves my soul divine, indelible spectacular J'en, they never created
Je ne parlez pas francais, why are you asleep
one more time
One more time, wished for luck to meet me in time
don t believe the right and everything they hand you
we ride the milky way
One more time, one more time J'en, only looked for hooks and crooks
dance to feel what matches us
je ne parlez pas francais
When i dance in the darkness or the lightness moves my soul divine, dance to feel what matches us, it is still your decision to withstand derision or catacylysm becomes your ism
J en suis desolee, space in the molecular Norine, j en suis desolee
j en suis desolee
It is still your decision to withstand derision or catacylysm becomes your ism, cynics don t cry
One more time, j en suis desolee
Je ne parlez pas francais, rationalizing why
walked miles in one s footsteps found the blind can t lead
J en suis desolee, which side of the screen do you live on
j en suis desolee
you know what i m saying
For when you despair on the horizon, je ne parlez pas francais, j en suis desolee