CLAPPED OUT
The dirty noise, the lovely noise
the weirdest noise that grows
The sirens they cried it in the streets,
at night is delicious close
It moves u away from what we had and what we now deplore
I hate those loudy cars and trucks i wish they shout no more.
I have a little game
Crawl back into my brain
I’m sure u know the game i mean..
The game that drives insane
I’m clapped out
Made out in a track, reverberating
I throw the words apart!
No small talks, so take a little...now.
There’s a fire in my soul
Writer/s: Andrea FERRO, Mathieu HOURS
