Shala la la la
Hold tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
These days are lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold;
I'm itching to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Let me take you into my arms;
Shield you from weary and pain.
Who are they who’ve not known harm?
Oh love, I just can't say.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright
I'll sing you a tune –
When love dies in the dark.
A song for those who lose;
Life gone and took my spark.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
Shala la la la
Hold me.
The day is lost and long;
All things are crooked and cold.
We’re fixing to be numb.
I don't wanna see or know.
Shala la la la
Well it's alright.
Shala la la la
Get me through the night.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
Hold me tight.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.
Shala la la la
It's gonna be alright.

I've been known to walk
With other souls in pain.
How can I explain the shame
That makes you do it again?
In the middle of the night
When wrongs are rights,
And you've got nothing left to lose;
You could choose to feel
What's revealed;
Conceal and be numb.
Oh, I'm wise
And I know the score,
So before we begin;
I'm going to look for the door.
Tried to have a talk with myself
About the walk I'd take with you.
The conclusion that I drew
Was it would be of no use.
So I, I'll decide:
Let's take a ride;
Into the night,
Into the night,
Into the night.
Elle prend une photo.
Il n'y aura pas de questions.
Tu prends le train.
Il n'y a nulle part où aller.
Il regarde un film en noir et blanc.
Elle écrit:
"Ton arrondissement
ou le mien?"

Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.