CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Night Raid
[Verse 1]
There's a picture of Jesus lying in His mother's arms
Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below
The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well
[Verse 2]
You were a runaway flake of snow
You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know
Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes
I slid my little songs out from under you (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
And we all rose from our wonder
We would never admit defeat
And we leaned out of the window
As the rain fell on the street
On the street
[Verse 3]
They were just a sigh released from a dying star
They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know
They annexed your insides in a late night raid
We sent down for drinks and something to eat
The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below
[Verse 4]
A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know
Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair (Ooh, ooh)
And Jesus lying in His mother's arms, just so (Ooh, ooh)
Up on the wall, just so
[Chorus]
And we all rose up from our wonder
We will never admit defeat
And we leaned out of the window
And watched the horses in the street
In the street
[Outro]
In room 33, yeah, I know
Yeah, I know
There's a picture of Jesus lying in His mother's arms
Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below
The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well
[Verse 2]
You were a runaway flake of snow
You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know
Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes
I slid my little songs out from under you (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
And we all rose from our wonder
We would never admit defeat
And we leaned out of the window
As the rain fell on the street
On the street
[Verse 3]
They were just a sigh released from a dying star
They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know
They annexed your insides in a late night raid
We sent down for drinks and something to eat
The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below
[Verse 4]
A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know
Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair (Ooh, ooh)
And Jesus lying in His mother's arms, just so (Ooh, ooh)
Up on the wall, just so
[Chorus]
And we all rose up from our wonder
We will never admit defeat
And we leaned out of the window
And watched the horses in the street
In the street
[Outro]
In room 33, yeah, I know
Yeah, I know
