monsieur
has made me blue
monsieur
has made me blue
bonjour, monsieur
how did i do
to deserve this
treatments from you

i would never speak again
unless it was to him
not to say sorry
but to ask
will you ever take off that mask
are you dreaming?

I try to sleep
but i can't
try not to be consciously thinking
but i am 
i thought id never forgive you
now ill never forgive myself
i thought id never forgive you
now ill never forgive myself

monsieur

youre looking at the flowers
im staring at the dirt
how can you see the bright side
of this hurt

so much about you that can
only be told in questions
what are the obscurities 
that your shriek in mention

pondermenting

well I never read the bible but i heard so many stories
unconscious states where you forget all of your worries
and i aint never been there
but with you i felt so holy
holy fuck

there's a water horizon
from which the sun rises
i want to go down there
i want to hear violins
i want to sing voices
i want to ride horses
all the time

dadadadada
I dont want to go places you're not
I dont want to be here when you're not
I dont want to go home when nobody is home
especially  you
and all the funny things that you would do
and all the times i laughed and cried on your should
i dont think that this distance could feel any colder
im tired of it


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