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    Question d'équilibre → English translation

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Question of balance

I’m all alone tonight
I’ve got my arms glued to the bar
My feet are down in the dust
My head up in the fog
In all the corridors
I thought I saw the curves of your body
In all the airport saloons
In all the holds of the ships at dock
I need you to live
It’s a question of balance
When you left it clipped my wings
Since then the floor beckons
The floor beckons
The floor beckons
You mustn’t hold it against me
I’m not in a fit state to see you again
I’ve let all my body’s tears
Run down the gutter at the bottom of the pavement
And all the others annoy me
Those bigmouths who talk too loudly
I see only you in the big mirrors
Between the bottles of “Southern Comfort” 1
I need you to live
It’s a question of balance
When you left it clipped my wings
Since then the floor beckons
The floor beckons
The floor beckons
One more glass
Then I’ll lie down on the ground
I want to sleep trying to believe
That you’re just running late again
But all the others annoy me
Those bigmouths who talk too loudly
I see only you in the big mirrors
Between the bottles of “Southern Comfort”
I need you to live
It’s a question of balance
When you left it clipped my wings
Since then the floor beckons
The floor beckons
The floor beckons
 
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Question d'équilibre

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