Aéroplane

There wouldn't be any artists No jugglers or tightrope walkers Without lies in my eyes Life would be straight up sad A bit of sun to melt the ice flow A good disguise to start the show Without lies in my eyes Life would be straight up gray When I eat

[chorus] I like pleasure spiked with pain And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Pleasure spiked with pain That motherfucker's always spiked with pain Looking in my own eye

Paroles & Musique : Benjamin Biolay - Keren Ann Zeidel Vaille que vaille, je suis le vent du Nord et l'azur interminable m'endort. Coûte que coûte, chacun choisit sa route. Dieu reconnaîtra les siens, c'est bien. Les autres planent même sans aéroplan