Magazine - Parade
They will show me what I want to see
We will watch without grief
We stay one step ahead of relief
You tell me we’ve been praying
For a bright and clever hell
I think we’ve been forced to our knees but I can’t tell
Sometimes I forget that we’re supposed to be in love
Sometimes I forget my position
It’s so hot in here
What are they trying to hatch ?
We must not be frail, we must watch
Now that I’m out of touch with anger
Now I have nothing to live up to
And I don’t know when to stop joking
When I stop I hope I am with you
Sometimes ...
What on earth is the size of my life ?