Les Mots D'amour

Life, maybe time
Broken oaths and letters
Disappointed dreams gone by
There are cursed phrases
That scratch my mouth
Ruffle my pupils
Irritate me, it's suspicious
The wings and taste buds
The heart's damages
It was every day
I missed the hour
Might as well say it without beating around the bush
At the ball, I struggle a bit
With the words of love

A heart on the surface
Does not suffer, my friend
That we translate into words
The tremors of the past
It scratches my mouth
Ruffles my pupils
Irritates me, it's suspicious
The wings and taste buds
The heart's damages
It was every day
I missed the hour
Might as well say it without beating around the bush
At the ball, I struggle a bit
With the words of love