Tricks Of Mind Paroles

I'm buried in Benares,
waiting for the Monsoon.
I told you once, but I can tell you twice :
for a glass full of Red-eye, I could sell my hide.

I won't go to Benares,
even if the sun shines.
Remember,
there is tricks,
tricks to fill up a life,
like empty words mixed with a bottle of wine,
and a girl, a girl just like you.

Entangled in a tune,
my words are sucked up into their shells.

The sound of broken glass
reminds me their uselessness.

Enslaved souls in their funeral piles, to realize
to realize

Remember,
there is tricks
to fill up a whole long life,
like empty words mixed with a handfull of rice,
and a girl, a girl
just like you.
Oh give me a girl
just like you,
A simple girl
all dressed like you,
and eyes of blue.

I call your name,
there is no telephone.
I scream myself hoarse,
waiting for the Monsoon,
and no telephone.

Well I call your name hoarse
in the sweltering heat.
I scream myself hoarse
but there is no telephone.

(Merci à MJames pour cettes paroles)