Paroles de Catapult
There's a thousand voicesIn my head today
They say so many things
At once
It's all random
Nobody planned them
Spinning around in a
Verbal flood
What's that what's that
Before you've begun
Agreeing with yourself
On every point except one
Understated when overheard
Each thought relates
To a language
Which needs no word
Well consider it a gift
Like an echoing mirage
In a maze of mirrors
Or feeling adrift
Of a series of ages Until figures of fantasy
Seem to take flight
All across my view
Are the lines on the faces of
Things that I thought I knew
Are the lines on the faces of
Things that I thought I knew
Are the lines on the faces of
Things that I thought I knew
Spinning around in a
Verbal flood
What's that what's that
Before you've begun
Agreeing with yourself
On every point except one
Understated when overheard
Each thought relates
To a language
Which needs no word
Well consider it a gift
Like an echoing mirage
In a maze of mirrors
Or feeling adrift
Of a series of ages Until figures of fantasy
Seem to take flight
All across my view
Are the lines on the faces of
Things that I thought I knew
Are the lines on the faces of
Things that I thought I knew
Are the lines on the faces of
Things that I thought I knew
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