.Ceci.n'est.pas.un.clip.


.cliquer.sur.les.paroles.ou.sur.la.photo.

.mais.lire.au.préalable.Présence.de.l'absence.[8].et[9].

.

 

In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed


So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

 

.Nouvelle.vague.

.In.a.manner.of.speaking.

.[feat.Camille].

 

 .Ceci.n'est.pas.un.clip.


.cliquer.sur.les.paroles.ou.sur.la.photo.

 

 

 

cease this long, long rest
wake and risk a foul weakness to live
when it all breaks down
watch the smoke and bury the past again
sit and think what will come
raise your fears and cast them all away

 

.Neurosis.away.

 

 

.Ceci.n'est.pas.un.clip.

 

.cliquer.sur.les.paroles.ou.sur.la.photo.


 

 

 

I don't put a smile upon your face no more
I can't make your heart shine like it did before
You don't listen to my stories anymore
You can't comfort me the way you did before

Was I too loud, was I too bad
Was I too open
Was I too high, was I too fast
Was I too close

I don't feel your lips like the first kiss
I'd rather run away than sit to face the truth

Was I too proud, was I too hopeful
Was I too needing
Was I too crazy, was I too long
Was I too giving

No matter how far, no matter how long
I will be there

 

.Telepopmusik.
.Close.
.feat.Deborah.Anderson.

 

.Merci.à.F.P.M.E.S.et.CL.

 

 

 

Aucune piste chez les autres. L'essentiel doit venir de vous. Il ya des bras qui s'offrent et d'autres qui tombent. Sommes-nous si interchangeables ?