Editors - Papillion текст песни

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 are 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,
I'd help you out, I've seen the life you wish to leave.
Oh 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, just don't put down your guns yet.
If there really was a god here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Darling, now you are 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.

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, now you are 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.

It kicks like a sleep twitch.