La Marcheuse
Christine And The Queens
The Walker
I’m gonna walk for a long time
And I’m off to find the fists that reshape
I’m gonna search shamelessly
For the hits taken on me
The easy violence
I’m gonna walk all the time
And I’m gonna force those aggressive stares
I’m always moving forward
I can’t wait to find
The easy violence
It’s
Christmas in May, I haven’t drunk
At the bottom of the building, you saw nothing
When I move forward furious
All disheveled, my lips pale
Attracting the birds to me
The dried blood on my skin
People smile out of fear that
My boxer’s disease might spread
I’m gonna walk for a long time
And I’m off to find the fists that reshape
I’m gonna search shamelessly
For the hits taken on me
The easy violence
I’m gonna walk all the time
And I’m gonna force those aggressive stares
I’m always moving forward
I can’t wait to find
The easy violence
It’s the clear ideas that I’m waiting for
A bruise emerging on my temple
Solitude is perfect, when it hits there’s
No one crying
Fever in the morning, new air
I’ve made it, I’m gonna shake it off
Ah, the wound is nothing, I’ve seen worse
I’ve known shame
I’m gonna walk for a long time
And I’m off to find the fists that reshape
I’m gonna search shamelessly
For the hits taken on me
The easy violence
I’m gonna walk all the time
And I’m gonna force those aggressive stares
I’m always moving forward
I can’t wait to find
The easy violence
