It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ? You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…
Oh u've got silver rainbow eyesOh u've got shinning smileYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you Oh I follow you in the lightOh I follow you in the darkYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you
