Paroles de la chanson The Post Mortem Make Us Men par The Rumour Said Fire
Auteurs: Jesper Lidang Jensen,Christian Rindorf,S÷Ren Lilholt,Kasper Nissen
Editeurs: Emi Music Publishing France
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Winter got to them while leaning their bodies against the wall
The bathtub-settle-down felt the water going down the drain
As they put their heads to sleep and dreamt of leaving it all behind
The thousands of people they pass in the street made them nervous
Though spring was a kid, they grasp him by the roots
and his arm like plants torn from one another
Sudden death - dinner's set
all the words in the air are chairs and tables breaking bone
and he'd love to settle down, but everyone stares at death
The bathtub-settle-down felt the water going down the drain
As they put their heads to sleep and dreamt of leaving it all behind
The thousands of people they pass in the street made them nervous
Though spring was a kid, they grasp him by the roots
and his arm like plants torn from one another
Sudden death - dinner's set
all the words in the air are chairs and tables breaking bone
and he'd love to settle down, but everyone stares at death
as if it would lead to foreign ground, my friend,
and he likes to dream about the worms, my dear!
Swept in his blood - all the flowers are kept in his coffin
Oh, the dread you can see in their eyes
as he tells them to praise all their black fear.
He says: "Hospitals, you're just a kidney,a uterus, liver and blood, dear."
Talking to God, you're just souls with a body - a dirty machine to wear
Beat the drum, oh restless son,
Dancing in your coffin they will claim your past.
Paint his face, they say, he was my love!
Dancing in his coffin he beats the drum
There's a ghost in my closet, oh restless son,
and he likes to dream about the worms, my dear!
Swept in his blood - all the flowers are kept in his coffin
Oh, the dread you can see in their eyes
as he tells them to praise all their black fear.
He says: "Hospitals, you're just a kidney,a uterus, liver and blood, dear."
Talking to God, you're just souls with a body - a dirty machine to wear
Beat the drum, oh restless son,
Dancing in your coffin they will claim your past.
Paint his face, they say, he was my love!
Dancing in his coffin he beats the drum
There's a ghost in my closet, oh restless son,
there's a door in the darkness,
there's a beating heart,
but all my love is pushed away
There's a ghost in my closet - a big black heart pounding on
there's a beating heart,
but all my love is pushed away
There's a ghost in my closet - a big black heart pounding on
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