Editors "Papillon" Songtext

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Papillon

Make our escape,you’re my own papillonThe world turns too fast,feel love before it’s gone

It kicks like a sleep twitchMy papillon, feel love when it’s shone

It kicks like a sleep twitch

Darling, just don’t put down your guns yetIf there really was a God here,he’d have raised a hand by now

Now darling, you’re born get old then die hereWell that’s quite enough for me,we’ll find our own way home somehow

No sense of doubt, or what you could achieveWell I found you out,I’ve seen the life you wish to leave

But when it kicks like a sleep twitchYou will choke, choke on the airyou try to breath

It kicks like a sleep twitch

Darling, now just don’t put down your guns yetIf there really was a God here,he’d have raised a hand by now

Darling, you’re born get old then die hereWell that’s quite enough for me dear,we’ll find our own way home somehow, how, how

It kicks like a sleep twitchIt kicks like a sleep twitch

Darling, just don’t put down your guns yetIf there really was a God here,he’d have raised a hand by now

Darling, now you’re born get old then die hereWell that’s quite enough for me dear,we’ll find our own way home somehow

It kicks like a sleep twitchIt kicks like a sleep twitch

Leptir

Bežimo,Ti si moj leptirSvet se prebrzo okreće,iskusi ljubav dok još možeš

Udara kao trzaj iz snaLeptiru moj, iskusi ljubav kada sija

Udara kao trzaj iz sna

Draga, ne spuštaj još svoje pištoljeDa je Bog zaista ovde,podigao bi svoju ruku do sad

Draga, rođena si ostari i umri ovdeTo je sasvim dosta za menenaćićemo put do kuće nekako

Nema sumnje u ono što si mogla da učinišNašao sam te,Video sam život koji živiš

Ali kada udari poput trzaja iz snaUgušićeš se, ugušićeš se vazduhomkoji pokušavaš da udahneš

Udara kao trzaj iz sna

Draga, još ne spuštaj svoje pištoljeDa je Bog zaista ovde,podigao bi svoju ruku do sad

Draga, rođena si ostari i umri ovdeTo je sasvim dosta za menenaćićemo put do kuće nekako, kako, kako

Udara kao trzaj iz snaUdara kao trzaj iz sna

Draga, još ne spuštaj svoje pištoljeDa je Bog zaista ovde,podigao bi svoju ruku do sad

Draga, rođena si ostari i umri ovdeTo je sasvim dosta za menenaćićemo put do kuće nekako

Udara kao trzaj iz snaUdara kao trzaj iz sna

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