Papillon (Album Instrumental) Songtext
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Papillon (Album Instrumental) Songtext
Make our escape, you′re my own papillon
The world turns too fast
Feel love before it's gone
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
My papillon, feel love when it′s shone
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now
Now darling, you were born, get old and die here
Well that′s quite enough for me
We′ll find our own way home somehow
No sense of doubt
Or what you could achieve
Well I found you out
I've seen the life you wish to leave
Well it kicks like a sleep twitch!
You will choke
Choke on the air you try to breathe
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, now just don′t put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now
Darling, you′re born, get old, and die here
Well that's quite enough for me, dear
We′ll find our own way home somehow
How, how
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now
Darling, well you′re born, get old, and die here
Well that′s quite enough for me, dear
We'll find our own way home somehow
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
The world turns too fast
Feel love before it's gone
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
My papillon, feel love when it′s shone
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now
Now darling, you were born, get old and die here
Well that′s quite enough for me
We′ll find our own way home somehow
No sense of doubt
Or what you could achieve
Well I found you out
I've seen the life you wish to leave
Well it kicks like a sleep twitch!
You will choke
Choke on the air you try to breathe
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, now just don′t put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now
Darling, you′re born, get old, and die here
Well that's quite enough for me, dear
We′ll find our own way home somehow
How, how
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now
Darling, well you′re born, get old, and die here
Well that′s quite enough for me, dear
We'll find our own way home somehow
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Writer(s): Christopher Urbanowicz, Thomas Smith, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com