Only Good Thoughts My Love - Cerbone Lisa

I was staggering oddly towards anyone.

Anyone holding up the sun.

He saw how well I wasn't standing there on my hands.

Through their great, untrustworthy lands.

In the darkness, he took the silence away.

In the darkness, he took the silence away.

And the tears that blaze down a face.

Fear that they'd start, and won't go away.

I was curled up for nothing on the bathroom floor.

He waited, he waited and stayed and stayed true.

In the darkness, he took the silence away.

In the darkness, he took the silence away.

In his eyes, he tells me how it goes.

How sorrow has a language, and there is too much yet to know.

And how there's strange joy in the slightest,

no matter how hard, how hard, how hard...

it is to get past these broken doors.

And, in the darkness, he took the silence away.

He took the silence away.

Je titubais étrangement vers n'importe qui.

Quiconque tient le soleil.

Il a vu à quel point je ne me tenais pas là sur mes mains.

À travers leurs superbes terres indignes de confiance.

Dans l'obscurité, il a enlevé le silence.

Dans l'obscurité, il a enlevé le silence.

Et les larmes qui brûlent un visage.

Peur qu'ils commencent et ne disparaissent pas.

J'étais recroquevillé pour rien sur le sol de la salle de bain.

Il a attendu, il a attendu et est resté fidèle.

Dans l'obscurité, il a enlevé le silence.

Dans l'obscurité, il a enlevé le silence.

Dans ses yeux, il me raconte comment ça se passe.

Comment le chagrin a une langue, et il y a encore trop à savoir.

Et comme il y a une joie étrange dans la moindre,

peu importe la difficulté, la difficulté, la difficulté ...

c'est pour passer ces portes cassées.

Et, dans l'obscurité, il a enlevé le silence.

Il a enlevé le silence.