CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Sour

Slow it down
Where's the fun in knowing everything?
What's the point in knowing anyone?
What's the point of feeling anything at all?
What's the point of being anyone?

I'm drinking violence out of a glass of malaise
I'm eating silence out of the sound of your name
I'll do my own dance when I'm alone and afraid
My uncle Steve said, maybe I should fight through the pain

Sour the taste of an electric life
Covering over all the emptiness
Running in place here in paradise
Nothing is real until it hurts my chеst
Sour the taste of an elеctric life
Covering over all the emptiness
Running in place here in paradise
Nothing is real until it hurts my chest

Slow it down
Where's the fun in knowing everything?
What's the point in knowing anyone?
What's the point of feeling anything at all?
What's the point of being anyone?