Even Flow - Pearl Jam

Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete. Again.

Oh, Feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Ooh yeah.

Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Ooh yeah.

Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane. Ooh.



Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.

Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh.

Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again.

Life again. Life again.



Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Ooh yeah.

Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything.

Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way.

Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Yeah.



Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.

Oh, he don't know so he chases them away.

Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again.

Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away.

Him away. Him away.

Yeah.

Woo. Ah Yeah. Fuck your money.



Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.

Oh, he don't know so he chases them away.

A-someday yet he'll begin his life again. Yeah.

Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away.

Him away. Him away.

Yeah.

Woo. Uh huh yeah. Yeah yeah, momma mommy.

Gelé. Il repose sa tête sur un oreiller en béton. Encore une fois.

Oh, sentant peut-être qu'il verra un peu mieux un jour. Ooh ouais.

Oh, distribuez des visages qu'il voit encore une fois n'est pas si familier. Ooh ouais.

Oh, sourire sombre. Il ne peut pas aider quand son bonheur semble fou. Ooh.



Flux uniforme. Les pensées arrivent comme des papillons.

Oh, il ne sait pas, alors il les chasse, ouais. Ooh.

Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie.

La vie à nouveau. La vie à nouveau.



A genou. Regardant à travers le journal bien qu'il ne sache pas lire. Ooh ouais.

Oh, priant maintenant pour quelque chose qui ne lui a jamais rien montré.

Oh, le sentiment comprend le temps des hivers sur son chemin.

Oh, des plafonds rares entre toutes les salles juridiques de la honte. Ouais.



Flux uniforme. Les pensées arrivent comme des papillons.

Oh, il ne sait pas alors il les chasse.

Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie.

Oh, des mains qui chuchotent le conduisent doucement.

Lui loin. Lui loin.

Ouais.

Courtiser. Ah ouais. Va te faire foutre.



Flux uniforme. Les pensées arrivent comme des papillons.

Oh, il ne sait pas alors il les chasse.

Un jour encore, il recommencera sa vie. Ouais.

Oh, des mains qui chuchotent le conduisent doucement.

Lui loin. Lui loin.

Ouais.

Courtiser. Uh huh ouais. Ouais ouais, maman maman.