I left home when I was 17Just to see if the grass was really green4 years deep of things left behindbut you know I’ve got it all still on my mind
Bet you’ve already heard a song like thisOne that ends in that perfect farewell kissBut I won’t play that same old gameNot that flawless role we all seem to wanna play
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame
I love you now that you want me toAnd that’s not something I usually doDigging up the roots of this old oak treeIs just a little harder than I thought it’d be
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame
I gave you the key to let yourself inTo that secret place nobody’s ever beenYou peaked your head inside and looked aroundI can only hope you won’t let me down
I don’t know if you seeJust how much you mean to meSo let me know what you findIn this sheltered heart of mine
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame

You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news

Oh leave the curtains drawn
And don’t bother staying onLet me pretend that I’m not myself
For a little while, seeThen I’m back on my feetIn the same old skin I know so well
Oh leave me in my little tuneI promise I’ll be back soon
Oh it’s hard to get byWhen you’re afraid to crySo you close your lips and cast your eyes down
You’ve got so much to tell
And so much to yellSo why do you whisper still
Will you tell me if you get boredAnd you don’t feel like staying anymore
Oh and everytime you’re hereNo I don’t want you near,But I can’t take it when you’re gone
So leave me for a while
But leave me with a smileSo that I know you’ll be back for more
Oh please be patient with meThis is not how I wanted to be

Oh I’ll always be there
To show you that I careBut I’m just not very good with words
So I hope you’ll understand
That a squeeze of my hand
Means that I’m all yours
Oh please be patient with me
This is not how I wanted to be

And will you tell me if you get boredAnd you don’t feel like staying anymore

Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer
Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs
Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie
Et les hommes aussi
Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts
M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes
Pour une ballade
A bicyclette

English translation :
Les Jambes des Femmes
Ladies’s legs
Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea

Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits
Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress
They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men
My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always

readyFor a bicycle ride