Alone
Feelings betray your smile
Nobody took responsibility
Reeling through every mile
Testing a new serenity
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Caught between fear and shock
Taking too long to cut a deal
Get the key to the lock
The blood on your hands is very real
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Walking in a conscious stream
You don't hear from me
Walking in a conscious stream
No, you don't hear from me
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Walking in a conscious stream
You don't hear from me
Walking in a conscious stream
No, you don't hear from me
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
(Ça marche pas avec la basse, non?)
Nobody took responsibility
Reeling through every mile
Testing a new serenity
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Caught between fear and shock
Taking too long to cut a deal
Get the key to the lock
The blood on your hands is very real
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Standing all alone
On the sidewalk waiting patiently
Calling my phone
But you don't here from me lately
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Walking in a conscious stream
You don't hear from me
Walking in a conscious stream
No, you don't hear from me
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
Walking in a conscious stream
You don't hear from me
Walking in a conscious stream
No, you don't hear from me
Facing ourselves
You now it's all inside your head
Our lives, our hell
We just can't put it to bed
(Ça marche pas avec la basse, non?)
Credits
Writer(s): Maxime Rodolphe Nouchy, Marianne Groves
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