The Wound - Noir Désir

Hello sneaking man

You want to fix my mind

But I don’t care for you

Your smile and the other lies

You were crawling around my bed

Sure I was afraid

Lord could you see my blood

And could you hear my prayer

Ooh let them burn

Ooh let them burn

Lost in your coldness

I couldn’t know the rest

When the fear is a jaw

Have you ever been drawned?

Oh yes I’m falling

I always fall down

Ooh let them burn

I know you never doubt

But the day will come I hope

You gonna get the rope

You gonna have the snake around your sweet neck…

Lying in a place for nobody else

Words won’t pass your mouth

I’m gonna bury your sufficiency

Deep in my own south

Well, I’ve tried to be patient

Oh Lord my prayer can’t

I can’t hear you any more

You’re nothing more and more

Ooh let them burn

Ooh let them burn

Can’t you feel the wound?

And did you see the bounds

Have you ever heard a big breath?

Hurricanes of skin

Torrents of frailness

Can’t you feel the wound?

An indian fury

An indian Riot

I feel the wound that’s all

I feel the wound that’s all