I curled against your ribcage when you were half-mad from wine The disparity of our vices nagging at my soul And tomorrow when we're paying off the credits of tonight Tomorrow our bodies count out tolls I know you're killing time by slowly miming suicide You're more like me than you could know I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh Like a tragic ending...a tragic ending… Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir … Et si j'oublie, personne ne me rappellera I know you're killing time by feigning little suicides Because we find escape is the only art form our hands make I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh I love tragic endings… Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir … Et si j'oublie, personne ne me rappellera Shake it off, shake it off Order another round Shake it off, shake it off If your sorrows could drown Shake it off, shake it off Order another round Shake it off, shake it off Toss it down Alienation breeds isolation Mortality is in fashion With our crowd, with our crowd Destroying our bodies to feel alive Oblivion crown for the weary mind Tomorrow, on the mend…start all over again And now you’re killing time just watching months and years drift by You were the finest once, the darling of the city Now the sorrows swarm like flies, the girls divert their eyes You’ve earned their pity, seeking their idolatry Shake it off, shake it off Order another round Shake it off, shake it off If your sorrows could drown Shake it off, shake it off Order another round Shake it off, shake it off Toss it down Et si je regrette les choses que j'ai dites ce soir Et si tu oublies, personne ne te rappellera I watched the way we talk in the window of the brasserie Even in your drunken slur you utter such sweet poetry I love tragic endings… © eveghost 2009
