Down by the seaside. See the boats go sailin’
Can the people hear, What the little fish are sayin’
Oh, oh, the people turned away. Oh, the people turned away
Down in the city streets, see all the folk go racin’, racin’
No time left, to pass the time of day
When I read the letter you wrote, it made me mad mad mad
When I read the words that it told me, it made me sad sad sad.
But I still love you so, I can’t let you go
Pale are the snowflakes that fall for us
There’s one tiny shoe outside in the corridor
Pale are the peonies you grew my love
I hate to see you breaking down (hey, no pressure)
I hate to watch you fall apart (hey, no pressure)
I want to help you through it all (hey, no pressure, hey, no pressure)
I want to lift you when you fall (hey, no pressure, hey, no pressure)
It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, « No! »
And her daddy has told her to go
I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
Go away go away
You fill my headspace
With evil thoughts unkind
I can do without do without
You move with hate
Your darkness my light cannot take
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying « Lord I just don’t care »
But you’ve got the love I need
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I’m not trying to say that everybody wants to go
Qui est cette fille
Qui est cette fille, d’où vient cet émoi
Ce diamant qui brille à l’entrecuisse de la joie
comme un lichen gris
sur le flanc d’un rocher
comme un loup sous la voie lactée
je sens monter en moi
un sentiment profond
d’abandon
