Immense est mon desinteret Moi je vis de bonheurs miniatures Moi je vis de bonheurs miniatures Moi je vis de bonheurs miniatures Moi je vis de bonheurs miniatures
I wish I knew a man Someone to steal me From this sadness I wish I knew a girl Who'd run her fingers Through my hair and kiss me Wish, I didn't have
'Coz it's a hindrance to my health If I'm a stranger to myself? Oh, miniature disasters and minor catastrophes Bring me to my knees Well, I must be my own master Or a miniature
now Look out below here I come Man crashing down like a miniature sun Man crashing down like a miniature sun Man crashing down like a miniature sun Man crashing down like a miniature
My cold, cold, sailor heart says get on your way I ain't to proud to say but that's how I'm made I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya There's nothing for me here at home Everything I'll need is with you out
Don't run away 'Cause I don't know where you go I don't want to know Don't follow me in 'Cause I don't know where I'm going Or how long I'll be Living
You gotta let go when they get that old You gotta let 'em go If you hold on, they'll puncture your lungs And separate your spine from your skull You gotta
Don't let them in they could be hypnotized You can't tell from the look because they close your eyes And whisper sweet melodies I can't stay locked inside
Her venom makes me strong Stronger than I am on my own Before too long I'll wake up to it gone Wondering how I ever was happy Hot venom is mixin' with
Washing off last night's fake blood from an even faker cut Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' all over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas
I watched you through your window I was wearing that dumb sweatshirt I looked like a goon, I was dressed for winter Even though it was the middle of June
I was hot as a burning dragon on a cross And I knew my body wanted you We were barely clothed in Egyptian robes Is it love or just a screw? She descends
Red headed and sweet Only seventeen Saw you in some kind of Gypsy crystal ball wet dream Wild curly hair A face that doesn't care about me No, you're
I listen to Tchaikovsky and cry Pour myself a glass of red wine I was thinkin' of something you said Hey, it's okay to behave Life is like a glass of
You can hang on to me But my love won't surround you Now that you're finally gone I am free to get on with my life You can summon all the gods That your
Coyote, coyote Coyote, coyote Coyote, coyote Late last night the storm set in It was whistling from the stove in the kitchen We went downstairs to pour
