Lyric

I wanted to write you a song, about these somewhat trivial things

That shattered our house, tile by tile

I wanted to tell you how good you smell, I know, it's silly

But saying it in a song is a little easier

I wanted to tell you that I hear your words constantly

That they're worth more than an echo, than a caress in the wind

I wanted to tell you, that's what I feel

Forgive me, my soul, for having taken up too much of your time

It's okay, that's life!

Which chooses its storms

Wrings everything out in gray

Even if you add "owls,"

It's okay, that's how things are

No steps in paradise

It's just history repeating itself

I wanted to tell you so many things, but it's getting late

And without lying, my prose, I who have drunk your nectar

I have only one regret, one single sorrow

That of not having been able to clasp our hands

For beneath your cut skin, the outline is drawn

Of the worst whore, a real bitch

Damn, I would have so loved to laugh with you

But how can you laugh when you're being pointed at?

It doesn't matter, that's life!

Which chooses its storms

Which wrings everything out in gray

Even if you add "cool,"

It doesn't matter, that's how it is

That things are done

No steps in paradise

It's just history repeating itself

It doesn't matter, that's life!

Who chooses their storms

Who wrings everything out in gray

Even if you put "owl"

It doesn't matter, that's how it is

That things are done

No steps, in paradise

It's just history repeating itself