CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mothering Sunday (Legion Legion)
After the bed, and the death swirls
And the purpureal magnificence
Of the Psychopomp who came
And the sun who ran with joy
Twisting all the red-green leaves
I reach, by eye, through window pane
And saw you gasp out your life in starts:
"Are you a man, or are you a mouse?"
What strange last words to leave
The lips of one who may be damned
Or may be saved, or may be lost
What, in the heat of
Your mind's last seizure
Did you see? Or did you mean?
Where the night was inoculatеd by legion...
The world is legion, еverywhere
In the last lick of night
The last taste of black
On my lips, pink swizzle foam
As the helicopters stutter through the long corridors
Down we go. We're in London, we are legion
The sickness that waits in the heart or in the hole
And the lights are always on in your eyes
But in your heart, they were clicked suddenly shut
And the purpureal magnificence
Of the Psychopomp who came
And the sun who ran with joy
Twisting all the red-green leaves
I reach, by eye, through window pane
And saw you gasp out your life in starts:
"Are you a man, or are you a mouse?"
What strange last words to leave
The lips of one who may be damned
Or may be saved, or may be lost
What, in the heat of
Your mind's last seizure
Did you see? Or did you mean?
Where the night was inoculatеd by legion...
The world is legion, еverywhere
In the last lick of night
The last taste of black
On my lips, pink swizzle foam
As the helicopters stutter through the long corridors
Down we go. We're in London, we are legion
The sickness that waits in the heart or in the hole
And the lights are always on in your eyes
But in your heart, they were clicked suddenly shut
