Video Connoisseurs Of Lightning de Algebra Suicide 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Algebra Suicide - Connoisseurs Of Lightning Lyrics

It never thunders in Paris. I can see us there, small and polite,
Waiting for someone to offer us a cigarette,
waiting for a street child to pick us at random
Present us with a flower. A tulip, perhaps. So out of context.
Each time we enter buildings,
we are greeted by groups of violinists who adore us.
And we love it well.
How wonderful it would be.
No time for revolutions, we'd laid down our guns.
Too much fluff to enjoy, and we do.
No time to think of dead parents,
no time to write our own epitaphs,
Which in any case would read:
"Had lots of fun. Thanks."
We would glow and sweeten the air,
more brilliant than any Manhattan neon.
Oh, Paris, Paris, I know you're there.
I know you're there like heaven is there.
Not very lonely. Not dying to see me.


By: Michele Neves =)