Titre original : “This Mess We’re in” paru dans l’album Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea (2000)
Lyrics
Can you hear them? The helicopters? I'm in New York No need for words now We sit in silence You look me In the eye directly You met me I think it's Wednesday The evening The mess we're in and (Oh) The city sun sets over me (Oh) The city sun sets over me Night and day I dream of making love To you now, baby Love-making On-screen Impossible dream And I have seen The sunrise Over the river The freeway Reminding Of this mess we're in and (Oh) The city sun sets over me (Oh) The city sun sets over me The city sunset over me The city sun sets over me What were you wanting? (What was it you wanted?) I just want to say (I just want to say) Don't ever change now, baby (don't ever change) And thank you (and thank you) I don't think we will meet again (I don't think we will meet again) You must leave now before the sun rises above the skyscrapers (And you must leave now) And the city landscape (before the sunrise) Comes into view (above skyscrapers) Sweat on my skin, and oh (the sin and) This mess we're in The city sun sets over me (Oh) The city sunset over me (Oh) The city sun sets over me (Oh) The city sun sets over me
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Photo d’entête : « Paris, RATP/ station » Croix Rouge » installation » X , l’enfer de la BnF » par L. Ungerer / C-Album nuit du 15 déc. 2007 » par (vincent desjardins)