Chaser from modemodemode by Classe Mannequin

She was gone she had left us
Noone knew noone searched but me
She was hounded by a red bus
As a driver an old enemy

And a single sign would frighten her mad
The scene was so deep and so loud

Why the hell do you bother
I said to the man in need
He was gone for a while then
My thoughts came as a bad bad seed

All the hypnotizing socialities
All the first-rank roles I wished I'd win
All the ministers
All the ministers
Until I found her
In the eye of her chaser
She was afraid and lonely he had bound her
To the weeds and blisters in her mind

Get a dream to rely on
Get a dream to rely on and sit
Now if you look into it carefully
You'll be on top of a giant pit

Cause there ain't no brain or soul in me
Keeping me away from dignity
There was a shark that had long grown in me
Until I found her
We were watching each other
Now I feel proud and trusty to have loved her
With the Frenchest kisses of all time
Until weeds and blisters blew her mind

• Indie
• Noisy pop
• Pop
• mathrock
• Nantes