CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Cigar (Vinyl Version)
You, look at me now
With those hollow eye sockets and smile
And it seems all a lie
What they’ve told me so far
And you, show me that life
Isn’t all about extending your time
No, it’s the perfect time for a bottle of wine
And why, do I still care?
‘bout all who might recall me
For everything dies, so does memory
And why, am I still surprised?
‘bout all who pray their sins away
Aren't they too a part of this grand ballet
When time occurs
Don’t make it right
Don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
I need your word, leave it aside
Just don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
Some people never know where to head
They use their goals
In an endless game of Russian roulette
Well, alive or dead; they have been misled
And some people’d rather not exist
They put a gun to the heart
Or a knife to the wrist
Sometimes I think they’re smart
Then I want on their list
But then she kisses my skin
I don’t know what this is
Or where to begin
This fills me up with bliss
I wish this wasn’t a dream
And she shows me that life
Isn’t all about explaining your time
No its the perfect time, to lay all night
When time occurs
Don’t make it right
Don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
I need your word
Leave it aside
Just don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
Death, suits you dear sir
Like a beautiful coat
But then without all the fur
I wonder would it fit me?
What’s your opinion monsieur?
You know you look at me now
With that burning cigarette hanging out of your mouth
And it seems all a lie
What they've told me so far
With those hollow eye sockets and smile
And it seems all a lie
What they’ve told me so far
And you, show me that life
Isn’t all about extending your time
No, it’s the perfect time for a bottle of wine
And why, do I still care?
‘bout all who might recall me
For everything dies, so does memory
And why, am I still surprised?
‘bout all who pray their sins away
Aren't they too a part of this grand ballet
When time occurs
Don’t make it right
Don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
I need your word, leave it aside
Just don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
Some people never know where to head
They use their goals
In an endless game of Russian roulette
Well, alive or dead; they have been misled
And some people’d rather not exist
They put a gun to the heart
Or a knife to the wrist
Sometimes I think they’re smart
Then I want on their list
But then she kisses my skin
I don’t know what this is
Or where to begin
This fills me up with bliss
I wish this wasn’t a dream
And she shows me that life
Isn’t all about explaining your time
No its the perfect time, to lay all night
When time occurs
Don’t make it right
Don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
I need your word
Leave it aside
Just don’t make me right
It’s me to decide
This or that side
Death, suits you dear sir
Like a beautiful coat
But then without all the fur
I wonder would it fit me?
What’s your opinion monsieur?
You know you look at me now
With that burning cigarette hanging out of your mouth
And it seems all a lie
What they've told me so far
