Paroles de 'Gasoline' par The Silent Comedy

We were walking in a circle, hand in hand
And you feet were sinking deeper in the sand than mine
You had sold me the mansion in your head
I would cut your hair, and you would dye it red as fire
As a crackling fire

I would hold the phone, so you were not alone
I had to take you home, you could not drive

You had smiled when you told me you were brave
That your life was in other hands to save, not mine
I saw the mansion you had made me love ignite
And as you were fading, it was growing bright with fire
With a crackling fire

When you tried to stand, you had to take my hand
You said, "I think your plan will be splitting from mine"

We made a pile of all your remaining clothes
Where you're headed now, you won't be needing those, it's fine
We soaked the pile 'till it dripped with gasoline
And I lit a match as if I'd never seen a fire
It was a big roaring fire

Then your heartbeat failed
It stopped leaving its trails
The last thing you exhaled while you were alive was
I am alright, I am alright, I'm doin' just fine
I am alright, I am alright, I'm doin' just fine, yeah!