The Lice
Miscellaneous
So Solo
Maybe it's not the wine
maybe it's not the dessert
maybe it's not
it's not anything
but there is so much beauty
lying on the table
naked all overflowing
You drain the glass
you lose your pace
and there is nothing on the table anymore
The door is drunk
you closed it and it was left open
and I can hear your call
Oh! Just?
Oh! Just?
Your mouth is already served
your mouth is so sweet
so sweet with a bitter blues
a glass rolls to the floor
slowly it falls to the floor
slow and die in a thousand pieces
I don't want to let them be seen
your eyes look
so, so, so, sad
it must have been destiny
that glass of wine
what did you say:
Oh! Just
Oh! Just
He jumps over the rope, gets tangled
and falls on his face (x3)
Oh! Just
Oh! Just