Mode d'emploi

Turn it seven times in your mouth
Failing that, give it to the cat
Don't flinch when it hits the mark
Try to keep it wooden

The difference could well
Threaten the other cheek
His silence says nothing
Doesn't tell me anything at all about the turmoil

Stash it deep in a pocket
And never open your mouth again
Is there something fishy going on or not?
Worm in the fruit, fever in the blood?

For practical reasons
Whoever can understand me
I'd like someone to tell me
Where the instructions are
I'm buckling under the weight
With every step, every time
I'm buckling under the weight
Oh, oh

Never really empty it
Not to show all its tricks
Nor get caught with your hand in it
Slamming hundreds of them a day

Indifference can very well
Serve as a safeguard
You see
Its silence says nothing
But also speaks a lot
Very much between us
Between us

For technical reasons
Guess who can
I'd like someone to explain
The instructions a little better
I'm buckling under the weight
With every step, every time
I'm buckling under the weight
Oh, oh

I'm buckling under the weight
With every step, every time
I'm buckling under the weight
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh