Déranger Les Pierres

I want my eyes in your eyes
I want my voice in your ear
I want the cool hands of the wind
I want the pain of loving again
The pain of all that is wonderful
I want to burn gently again
Walking two steps from the sun

And I want to disturb the stones
Change the face of my nights
Skin your mystery
And time, I make it my business

I want your laughter in my mouth
I want your trembling shoulders
I want to gently strand
On a lost paradise
I want to find my double
I want the origin of the trouble
I want to caress the unknown

And I want to disturb the stones
Change the face of my nights
Skin your mystery
And time, I make it my business

I want to die on a Sunday
At the first shiver of spring
Under the great sun of Satan
I want to die without fear
Melted in a leaden sleep
I want to die with my eyes open
Nose to the sky like a beggar

And I want to disturb the stones
Change the face of my nights
Skin your mystery
And time, I make it my business.