Sync Different

Il y avait trop de dope hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.On peut sentir les vents errantsSoufflant dans nos cheveux de montagneSur ces anciennes routes, le monde se réveille.Il y avait trop de fantôme hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.As-tu déjà vu cette routeIl y avait trop d’amour hier soir !Montre-moi ce que tu as, ce que tu as.

There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

White lines, cruel designs,
You just can’t get enough,Flash of light, out of sight,Now it’s in your blood,Confetti nights, petty fights,They always end the same,You’ll do the same tomorrow,You know you’ll never change
The next time you call me late at nightI just want you to know
Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it
Red wine, on the rug,It looks just like blood,Cold sweat, shallow breath,One thing you can’t outrun,Late nights, cruel delights,It’s all got too much,You’ve run out of patience,Now you’ve run out of luck

The next time you call me late at nightI just want you to know
Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it

Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot
Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne


Poussière, poussière


Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille
Chauffe le feu de son mégot
Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien


Poussière, poussière


Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil
La peur se glisse sous la peau
Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière


Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle
He drags his dog and his stub
He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust
Heat the wine of his bottle
Heat the fire of his stub
Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust
Sleep escapes as the night comes
Fear slips under the skin
Scratches the wounds
where sleeps the pain
Dust, dust

V1Here I am,The same place I was beforeLike I tookYou With a blue and yellow pill
Now I’m drunk andTell me honestly
If I said I loved youWould you say you love me

PCTwo Three four,DrinksSome people don't feel a thing5 6 7 8Feel it in the morning

CHI’m too good at falling in loveFalling in loveFalling in love
Bartender says
That I’ve had EnoughI’ve had enoughI’ve had enoughCause if he’s a beer
And I get a TasteJust Be careful cause

I’m a Lightweight

V2Here I amI’m hazy and my head is soreGot a fear my feelings are about to spillNow I’m doneI promise you no more boozeBut when tomorrow comesI’ll have a shot

PCOr twoThree four drinksSome people don’t feel a thing5 6 7 8Feel it in the morning

CHI’m too good at falling in loveFalling in loveFalling in love
Bartender says
That I’ve had EnoughI’ve had enoughI’ve had enoughCause if he’s a beer
And I get a TasteJust Be careful causeI’m a lightweight

IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home