Christine

I start a book from the end
And I hold my chin high for nothing
My eye pierces because of the wind
My absences and sentiment

I can't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
I can't stand up
The sky flows over
It doesn't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
It doesn't stand up
Under my feet the sky returns

He smiles red and speaks to me gray
I pretend to understand everything
And there's a guy crying outside
On my face, gold dust

I can't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
I can't stand up
The sky flows over
It doesn't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
It doesn't stand up
Under my feet the sky returns

Noé the hand is out
Worse than a simple half
We count half-half
Right on one of the sides
Like origami
The stretched arm equally broken
Everything is just spikes and éclairs
These strange children
Hidden outside as if by chance
Hiding the effort in the scribble
A creepy song as a banner
That goes
"I do all my makeup
With mercurochrome
Like you the pop up? on the throne
I do all my makeup
With mercurochrome
Like you the pop up? on the throne"

I can't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
I can't stand up
The sky flows over
It doesn't stand up
The sky flows over my hands

It doesn't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
I can't stand up
The sky flows over
It doesn't stand up
The sky flows over my hands
It doesn't stand up
The sky flows over my hands

I can't stand up
Under my feet the sky returns