Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sans Soleil, artist - Ceschi. Date of issue: 03.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sans Soleil |
| This has been an awfully costly trip |
| Taking many parts of me with it |
| Taken away |
| Finished with the talking about it |
| Most my words are hardly making sense anyway |
| This has been an awfully costly trip |
| But this planet hasn’t lost me yet |
| Take it away |
| This has been an awfully costly trip |
| But my body hasn’t rotted yet |
| Sans Soleil |
| Wrote another eulogy for a friend |
| That will stay hidden inside a note pad |
| Never to be read |
| On a plane, again |
| Devastated while all these strangers are staring |
| With mouths agape at my face |
| As if they pity some sort of elephant man |
| Listening to «Love Song For Dead Che» |
| Followed by «The Requiem» |
| Thinking of short lives |
| How Amadeus was 35 when he died |
| Yet somehow I’m alive |
| With both feet standing Galápagos Islands |
| Where Darwin spent five weeks to be immortalized |
| I’m only discovering ways to hide |
| This heart-pounding anxiety from my mother’s eyes |
| I feel her sensing that I’m not fine, and she’s right |
| She sees the creases on my forehead |
| Grow darker from feeling the cold breath of death |
| On the back of my neck each night |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na |
| This has been an awfully costly trip |
| But this planet hasn’t lost me yet |
| Take it away |
| This has been an awfully costly trip |
| But my body hasn’t rotted yet |
| Sans Soleil |
| Wrote a song for Rob called «Survival Part 1» |
| Wrote one for Maria called «July It Snowed» |
| Can’t believe we lost you Sixo |
| Fucking hate the fact that you never got the chance |
| To see your beautiful girls grow |
| Bender’s mother handed me a painting of her son smiling |
| I miss the way he drunk dialed me |
| To speak in Blood Meridian wildly |
| They kicked me out of Canada |
| Never saw him again |
| Niles and I talked death |
| About the times we felt numb enough to make life end |
| A year ago he wrote he had a year left |
| Still didn’t want to believe it when I received the text |
| Cleaned his house spotless, fed the pets |
| Wrote a short note, put a rope around his neck |
| Feel bad I never wrote back about that Death Grips track |
| I was hating, now I’ll listen back |
| J, Bryan, AJ, Noah, fucking smack |
| Such beautiful art stopped dead in its tracks by track marks Figurines of sad, |
| fat luck cats sit armless in bodegas |
| Wish I could have saved you |
| Wish I could have saved you all |
| I wish I saved you |
| Today the perfectly curated image galleries of their lives |
| Are left on social media sites |
| Frozen in time |
| Pretty girls on the internet ask me if I’m fine |
| I reply «I'm alive, alright?» |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na |
| If I’m not awake, I might be dead |
| If I am not then what’s my head |
| Up- |
| -when it goes down |
| Then does not work like no one knows |
| Where comas go, where people hide |
| Where evil lies, where the devil is |
| I’m not here |
| Trying to fight my years |
| Leave me here |