Drunk Under Electrics Paroles

and we walked, a picture fuzzy focus
we where climbing through the street lights
with our lives on our tongues
and each word
we said beside the airport
slowly dissipated one by one

I have found marks upon my shoulders
where you clipped the broken airplane wings
you gave to me
You will learn a language I will never speak
a brigade of flags white
A surrender of teeth

And downtown
I breathed booze and bright lights
bars and cars and the traffic of night
I've been so far wrong I might be right
And the man in the park talks loud
his eyes all ripple white
your older then your colder