trans. by Stewart & Avi & OneInchPuncher [Intro] Wasted and wounded, erased with the night One man's conviction is another man's lie I said you could find me where the nighthawks fly And I'll be there a while, yes I'll be there a while Dustpaper coupons, there's a guy by the door. He said: "What makes me quit makes you go back for more" This place isn't real man, this girl is a whore Watch me fall to the floor, but I'll go back for more Sometimes I wander So I finally found you, and I lost you to love No it sure wasn't this I was... Thinkin' of Put your silhouette on me and your sweetness above And I can't get enough, no I can't get enough Wasted and wounded, this ain't no way to die One man's cold turkey is another man's high I said you could find me where the nighthawks fly And I'll be there a while, yes I'll be there a while Sometimes I wander reDown on the floor, got a closer look at hell You see, somebody pushed me, I just pretended that I fell I said that I adored you, but I could never tell For all that I know I'll be gone when you go Music went through you and took you to a place There ain't no doubt you'll find a welcoming embrace I said that I loved you, another hawk in space And you'll be there for a while and I'll be there for a while [transition] Finding my own inarticulate prose Weirding out strangers and laughing at those Jaundiced and jaded postured and posed Not that we're special, it's just that we're Closing in on a place where we might get to be Living real people regularly Send you some stuff and be good like you asked Must promise remember the sixth and the last the sixth and the last the sixth and the last the sixth and the last the sixth and the last

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque des thèmes de désillusion et de dépendance, où un homme se retrouve perdu entre ses désirs et ses réalités. Il parle de ses luttes intérieures, de la recherche de réconfort dans des relations complexes et parfois destructrices, tout en naviguant entre la douleur et une quête de liberté. Son expérience est teintée d'une introspection croissante, où il réalise que ses attentes ne correspondent souvent pas à la réalité qu'il vit. Le contexte pourrait être celui d'une vie nocturne tumultueuse, empreinte de rencontres éphémères et de réminiscences amères. Le personnage se débat avec des sentiments contradictoires, oscillant entre l'amour et la perte, cherchant désespérément un sens dans un monde qui lui semble surréaliste et peu accueillant. La chanson capte cette dualité de l'existence moderne, où la quête de sens se mêle à l'errance émotionnelle.