Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a floral blaze

Can't you see
waht you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies we slow hands
You put the weights aroud your self

I submit my incentive is romance
I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cuz the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just feel crazy like the good old days
Yeah you make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

We spies we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies we slow hands
Killer for hire you know not yourself
We spies, intimate, slow hands
You let the face slap around the self