Here we are
burning out our funny words
(ashes of glory)
Open up the s k y, tell your parents
We’re going to take
a lovely trip
Waking up the sleeping dust of these empty streets
(I must confess that I feel proud by this joy)
Ashes of glory
Twisted tongues, simple words
You sound so virginal
pretty small like those days
Ashes of glory
Just turn back the needles
We don’t need a dictionary
Words come to us so fast
a sort of mist and a tenderness
that blooms in our restless spirits
I’m so delighted by your presence
(All this beautiful shit isn’t necessary)
Thousands of cigarettes had been burned out
I’m singing this song
And I don’t need any fucking rule
L.
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