Hurt
Looking back in my childhood
wasn't to bad but it wasn't that great
I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks
feels like it's holding me down again
starring down a pitch black road
painted lines show me the direction
sun is burning on my face
sun is setting me on fire
Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run
I can't find my way back home
lost my head down there some where
could we just be gone alone
lived in doubt of fear i've shown
gazing down a long gray road
I see the stop sign way ahead
the sun is burning on my face
wasn't to bad but it wasn't that great
I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks
feels like it's holding me down again
starring down a pitch black road
painted lines show me the direction
sun is burning on my face
sun is setting me on fire
Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run
I can't find my way back home
lost my head down there some where
could we just be gone alone
lived in doubt of fear i've shown
gazing down a long gray road
I see the stop sign way ahead
the sun is burning on my face
Vendredi Soir
Vendredi soir et aucune envie
Aucune notion de temps
L'impression que seule l'ennui
Me passionne pour l'instant
Branchée sur toi et la FM
Ma chanson àmoi
Le blues ni le rock m'enchaîne
Il ne manquait plus que ça
Seule àNew York City
Je me sens toute chavirée
Même un Warren Beaty
Ne voudrais pas m'apprivoiser
Et j'aime autant
Et si ce soir j'ai cette drôle d'envie
Il ne faut pas m'envouloir
Je préfère rester seule ici
Qu'aller geindre au bar
Je pense àtoi comme tu penses àmoi
Puis ce répondeur
La distance ne m'aide pas
Un vendredi en pleure