Bolis Pupul and Charlotte Adigéry - Making Sense Stop

Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber

Time to say goodbye
And let the words flow
Embrace the silence
It's all said and done
You need to welcome your intuition
Make room for your own subconscious mind
The liberty of saying nothing
But also really meaning it
Words are my refuge, silence is scary
But it is time to stop making sense

Welcome your words and your intuition
To own the silence and say goodbye
My room for refuge is really scary
But also meaning to embrace time
Is liberty the voice of nothing?
Done saying words make silence flow
Said the subconscious and let it need you
So it is time to stop making sense

Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber

Nothing is conscious, your need for refuge
Sublet your room to your scary voi-voice-voice
The words go by to done said the silence
Let time say embrace and the and all-all-all
The of, but, -ly (-ly,-ly), laisses en', a, meaning
My, is, is, -king (-king, 'king) ber-so-ning so -ning (-ning, ber-so-ning)
Time let the done to-to-to
Your, in, for, voice, it
The s-, -ition, it, is
Stop making sense

Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber

Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j'me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber

Written by:
Boris Kor Tom Zeebroek, Charlotte Adigery, David Gerard Christian Dewaele, Stephen Antoine Clement Dewaele

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