Countdown unless you're juvenile, let's go
God bless you're missed somewhere
We're sick for the big sun
It doesn't matter what you did
And if you did like you've been told
True, and everlasting, that's what you want
True and everlasting, that's what you want
Don't say no, you're breakfast eaten alone
Sister let go, you're borderline withdrawn
Down and lit from the bottom, there's a misfit
Better than it looks, better than it looks
Better than it looks, better than it looks
We're sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
We're sick for the big sun
Alone though and drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
As forgiven as you know somewhere
It doesn't matter what you did
And if you didn't ride, let's go
Could an everlasting, that's what you want
Could, could, an everlasting, that's what you want
Don't say no, you're breakfast eaten alone
Do you remember when twenty-one years was old?
It doesn't matter that you killed us
Better than it looks, better than it looks
Better than it looks, better than it looks
We're sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
We're sick for the big sun
Alone and drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
True, true and everlasting
True, true and everlasting
WRITERS
Christian Mazzalai, Frederic Moulin, Laurent Mazzalai, Thomas Croquet