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Noir Désir

The Wound

 

The Wound

(album: Veuillez Rendre L'âme (À Qui Elle Appartient) - 1989)


Hello, sneaking man
You want to fix my mind
But I don't care for you
Your smile and the other lies

You were crawling around my bed
Sure I was afraid
Lord, could you see my blood
And could you hear my prayer

Ooh, let them burn
Ooh, let them burn

Lost in your coldness
I couldn't know the rest
When the fear is a jaw
Have you ever been drawned?

Oh yes, I'm falling
I always fall down
Ooh, let them burn

I know you never doubt
But the day will come I hope
You gonna get the rope
You gonna have the snake around your sweet neck...

Lying in a place for nobody else
Words won't pass your mouth
I'm gonna bury your sufficiency
Deep in my own south
Well, I've tried to be patient
Oh Lord, my prayer can't
I can't hear you any more
You're nothing more and more

Ooh, let them burn
Ooh, let them burn

Can't you feel the wound?
And did you see the bounds
Have you ever heard a big breath?
Hurricanes of skin
Torrents of frailness
Can't you feel the wound?

An Indian fury
An Indian riot

I feel the wound that's all
I feel the wound that's all

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