lover's got humorShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's

still watch you when you're groovin'As if through water

when you'd sing just for the fuck of it?Any

1: not the waking, it's the risingIt is the

watch the work of my kin, bold and boyfulToying

mmm, mmm, mmmMmm, mmm, mmm, workin' on emptyIs

I do, I believeOne day that I will beWhere

it returns like rain that you slept throughThat washed

own a poorly knitted textileA temporary makeshiftMade forth in

starving, darlingLet me put my lips to somethingLet me

Je me suis un jour agenouillé secoué de frissonsJ'en chasse encore

raise your handsSee what you sound likeLet me see your

still watch you when you're groovin'As if through water

not the waking, it's the risingIt is the grounding

lover's got humorShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's

husband waits outsideA crying child pushes a child into

two, lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a

lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's

Tell it to my heart'Cause I can’t keep guessingIf it's me

can't be said I'm an early birdIt's ten o'clock