Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Amoureux, artist - Park.
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
La Amoureux |
Lover, undo me |
For weeks I’ve waited for your return |
My head down, eyes to the ground |
My guess is a sure thing |
You won’t be back |
Thank you for a month’s worth of wooing |
Your warm lips and my body for using |
Six shades of mischievous gray |
Sprinting through your skinny veins |
It’s no wonder my sense of perception |
Is no better than a sailor in weather |
So rough as to spill your guts |
The sea swells up just enough to keep your head up |
Lover, undo me |
For weeks I’ve waited for your return |
My head down, eyes to the ground |
My guess is a sure thing |
You won’t be back |
You’ve all but consumed me |
For days I pray for you to burn |
I won’t try to relive the nightlife |
I had when I had you |
La Amoureux me defont |
With eyes so soft and a labored cough, she sighs |
«Don't come near me |
Goddamnit, I am waving my colors of warning» |
I am sorry, darling |
I’m just so sick of starving |
You smile as I start my dive |
Hands on hips, impartial lips |
Pushed to one side |
Lover, undo me |
For weeks I’ve waited for your return |
My head down, eyes to the ground |
My guess is a sure thing |
You won’t be back |
You’ve all but consumed me |
For days I pray for you to burn |
I won’t try to relive the nightlife |
I had when I had you |
And those six shades that I spoke of |
Are just acts you’ve try to pull off |
The chest is a cavity |
Swallowing the things you need |
Yet you skim what won’t repeat |
All demands what I’ve been asking |
Your arms like a tragedy |
Suffering from sun |
I will cut myself off never to be turned back on |
Lover, undo me |
(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on) |
You’ve all but consumed me |
(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on) |
Lover, undo me |
(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on) |
You’ll end up starved out in some attic |
Alone and afraid watching reruns of past times |
Your hair falling out in heaps |
The bridges you’ve burned |
The ashes you keep |