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• Artiste: Celibate Rifles (The)
• Titre: No Sign
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Between pleasure and postponement Live the prisoners of hope If they frown we all fall down "I'm sorry" in our throats Listen, but they never hear They caress their secret fear That smiling sound's an endless down They wonder how we live out here All things come to those who wait Their favorite saying goes But it's so hard trying to live your life In half hour episodes And there's no sign, no sign No sign of life... No sign, no sign No sign of life... Movement is so perilous in a world of broken glass Keeping constant vigil Letting nothing pass Guarding secrets jealously from phantoms in the night Are you scared in case the good times pass From mind as well as sight? And there's no sign, no sign No sign of life... No sign, no sign No sign of life... When it gets too narrow, too desolate in here Faces that are twisted You can almost smell the fear Even years of practice at maintaining your facade Don't you know you've picked a challenge that is hopelessly hard? And there's no sign There's no sign of life No sign... There's no sign of life No sign... No sign... There is no sign... There is no sign...