Saint Claude (Version Française)

Choppy breath
That's a sign
That everything is decided cided cided
Everything is decided cided cided
Made up like with chalk
Everything clashes and I like it all
Hands are pale pale pale pale
Hands are pale pale pale pale
Only two of your wrists are tattooed
Disfigured by your sleeve
The lion smiles only halfway
At my immense solitudes
Your face will never be whole
As you look outside
I take away a devoured portrait
Pain destiny edge to edge
Here's my station
Here's my station
Ouh ouh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Here's my station
Here's my station
Ouh ouh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
The beautiful attitude
That impatience as certainty
Stuck to three threads threads threads
Stuck to three threads threads threads
I hope you will be true to the violences that operate
As soon as you breathe breathe breathe
When you breathe breathe breathe
Ordinarily this city offers nothing
But a handful of tenacious smells
How dead this city is
I know well only you keep the audacity
You should take it far
While others give up
I descend two hells further
For the storm to announce itself
Here's my station
Here's my station
Ouh ouh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Here's my station
Here's my station
Ouh ouh
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
For the storm to announce itself
For the storm to announce itself
For the storm to announce itself
For the storm to announce itself
We are so lonely
In this part of town (For the storm to announce itself)
(For the storm to announce itself) We are so lonely
(For the storm to announce itself) We are so lonely
For the storm to announce itself