I’ve said too much
I have said too much
But it never, seems to be enough I searched for the words to say Not knowing, if it would be ok
And I, showed you all my feelings Lost track, of me believing
And now, I’m so attached to you If you don’t love me
What the fuck will I do
And now I see that life ain’t real
It doesn’t only depends on just how you feel
I have undressed my mind
Kept nothing, left inside
And now, there is no mystery We’ll have to create a new history
I can’t feel your smell
And from your writing,I can’t tell That, makes me so afraid
But I am willing, it will go away
And now I see that life ain’t real
It doesn’t only depends on just how you feel
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Because you think I'm too nervous
Because you think I'm too furious
Because you think I'm too dangerous
May the punk
Be with you

It’s not those mics called the overheads
And it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my hands
No they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for you
Will 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

We’ll have to gamble
Conceal our secrets
We’ll have to set aside
Our rusty strings
Lead and metals pointed upon us
Our disclocated concerto
Shine and shine with our groovy frequencies
Shall 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 shed
I like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned

And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tune
Wouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?
Untuned…