Nolita Album

Je pourrais bien brûler les preuves
Trier les pages de mon passé
Prendre un bassin ou même un fleuve
Pour abonder le peu que j?ai

Je pourrais bien brouiller les pistes
Changer cent mille fois de visage
Rayer mon nom de toutes les listes
Et m?effacer do paysage

Où vais-je? A présent que n?ai-je?
Ma mémoire s?enivre
Tu cherches tellement à me suivre
A travers le vent

Je pourrais bien changer de sigle
Et chaque nuit dans les abbesses
Me rendre floue ou invisible
Être inconnue à cette adresse

Je pourrais même ma compromettre
À ne me souvenir de rien
Et ne plus jamais reconnaitre
Ta voix que je connais si bien

Où vais-je? A présent que n?ai-je?
Ma mémoire s?enivre
Tu cherches tellement à me suivre
A travers le vent

I was running out of trouble
You were running out of fame
Streets smelled like the desert
As they were putting out the flames
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

Twenty-third was empty
I heard somebody yell
A straight-laced passerby's
Pulled over the hotel
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

Whether we were lost or overwhelmed
Nobody knows that I'm better off
Making up lies to be left alone
And Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

I was running out of trouble
You were running out of fame
I'm streets ahead of happiness
Still wondering who to blame
Chelsea burns
Chelsea burns
Under my feet

Midi dans le salon de la Duchesse
Elle me dit, ?Qu?as-tu fait de la jeunesse??
Elle est à ceux qui s?aiment encore

Mon désespoir
Est sur le quai des au revoirs
Je suis bien mieux
Sur celui des adieux

J?ai suivi les etoiles et les violons
Je vis dans des valises mais ma mansion
Est à tous ceux qui s?aiment encore

Mon désespoir
Est sur le quai des au revoirs
Je suis bien mieux
Sur celui des adieux

Midi dans le salon de la Duchesse
Elle me dit, ?Qu?as-tu fait de la jeunesse??
Elle est à ceux qui s?aiment encore

It's late

I think I'm gonna stay
I think I'm gonna bury you
I think I'm gonna bury you or myself

It's late

I think it's gonna rain
I think I'm gonna bury you
I think I'm gonna bury you or myself

Somewhere I'd like to be cold and safe
If you're here to cry over someone else
Through the upper tide
I would be insane but myself

It's late

I think it's gonna rain
I think I'm gonna bury you
I think I'm gonna bury you or myself

Somewhere I'd like to be cold and safe
If you're here to cry over someone else
Through the upper tide
I would be insane, to be cold and safe

If you're here to cry over someone else
Through the upper tide
I would be insane

If you're here to cry over someone else
I would be insane but myself

It's late

I think I'm gonna stay
I think I'm gonna bury you
I think I'm gonna bury you or myself

Somewhere I'd like

Roses and hips
Along the sidewalk
Fool's got eyes
And I don't

Land slides and grips
Onto a side rock
Fool's got eyes
And I don't

So take me slowly
By the hand
And show me through
Forever land

Roses and hips
Along the sidewalk
Fool's got eyes
And I don't

So take me slowly
By the hand
And show me through
Forever land

One day without you, without you, my love
One day without you, without you, my love

How I long for your skin
And my lips barely grin
And the day must begin, my love

Can't imagine your face
In a far hidden place
Please be home before grace, my love

One day without you, without you, my love

There's a road far ahead
Many things to be said
For the young newly wed, my love

And the day is like a year
When you're no longer here
I just wanna be near my love

How I long for your skin
And my lips barely grin
And the day must begin, my love

Can't imagine your face
In a far hidden place
Please be home before grace, my love

One day without you, without you, my love

Je traîne mes alles
Les yeux fermes
Laissant mes plumes
Aux âmes désavouées

Je brise les coeurs
Et les questions
Tout en douceur
Sous la forme et le fond

Je sème le vent, les autans
Et je sauve les apparences
Mais quand je crie, nul n'entend
Nul ne voit à quoi je pense

J'ai bien perdu
Ma peau de fée
Mes taches de rousseur
Mon air désabusé

J'ai vu passer
Main je n'en vois plus
Des anges paumés
Bien trop souvent déchus

Je sème le vent, les autans
Et je sauve les apparences
Mais quand je crie, nul n'entend
Nul ne voit à quoi je pense

Somewhere late at night
Merman called the breeze
Found an out of sight
And simply watched at ease

The sea was cold as ice
Lonely as it seems
The wind came to my eyes
And woke me from a dream

And it's over now for you and I
For you and I
And it's over now for you and I
For you and I

Out there in the sand
I waited for the dawn
To bring me thoughts from other lands
And then you came along

And it's over now for you and I
For you and I
And it's over now for you and I
For you and I

Somewhere late at night
Merman called the breeze
Found an out of sight
And simply watched at ease

She was the, the patron saint of twenty third street
She was around for a lot of time, she
Wandering around the hotel hallways in the middle of the night
Carrying a little yellow cardboard box
And she inhabited the place like a butterfly

There was this kind of sadness about her and they
And she did have this light
And nobody ever knew her real name

Those times, I see her coming on a [Incomprehensible]
Stepping through broken bottles and gum
Carrying her shoes, barefoot
People said she was crazy

About, about six months before the fire, there was a
There was a big blackout, famous summer blackout
She walked around through the halls giving everyone candles
Scared everybody away in the end

And when the fire happened, you know
Everybody assumed it was her
Terrible fires all that year and little ones
I don't know if it was fair or not
But everybody blamed her for it

And then one day she, she just vanished
And later they said her name was Alice
The whole time I never knew her name