that it was still summer
that we'd be able to stay
What the hell got into you?
What had we ever done to you
so that, like a lead shroud
you'd crash down on Paris
to plunge us into night?
My fingers sting
to my six-year-old boy
that now's the right time?
We gotta cut the roses now
so they'll be strong in spring
Do we stay in our rooms?
If you don't like us laughing and singing
because something haunts you
don't gross the others out
it's not our fault
We'll have to bandage our sorrows
and plant a few seeds
so they'll grow slowly
on the ruins of our 30s
My fingers sting
to my six-year-old boy
that now's the right time?
We gotta cut the roses now
so they'll be strong in spring
'Cause I'm scared when we travel
I'm scared over a single bag
I'm scared when I grab a drink
I'm scared when I see a concert
I'm scared when we watch a movie
I'm scared when I sing rhymes
I'm scared when I'm all alone
I'm scared even when I'm not alone