Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Here is this song
That we'll be able to caress
Because it is a song
Made to be forgotten
A piece of cardboard
Or eliminated glass
A song that says everything
But especially nothing
Because it's hard to realise
When we see it pass
Sowing it's worms of ambre
On frozen melody
Tell it that shivering
On the salt of a kiss
The song will say everything
But especially nothing
We can always press
Red or pinkish fruit
It'll lie to it's own kind
The song that says nothing
Carried by the silence
It'll come to rest itself
Where skinned stars
Blance themselves
The vile song
That has no name
That softly narrates
What it will not say

Forget this song
That is only here to pass
For it is a song
Made to be forgotten

See it without a reason
Slipping on the pillow
Pretty as a song
That will have to be forgotten
In a handkerchief dress
Or unragged winter
It will tell us everything
But especially nothing
For it's hard to realise
When our desired desires
Come to slide down
It's tender wing
Tell it that to curse
It's sharpened notes
This chorus that says everything
But especially nothing
You can always go through
The embrased circles
It will tell us nothing
This song has some slack
And in the immense void
It will come to depose
A fragrance of absence
On our skinned bodies
The nasty song
That doesn't say it's name
That softly narrates
What it isn't gonna say

Forget this song
That is only here to pass
For it is a song
Made to be forgotten

~Têtes Raides