J’en suis desolee. Je ne parlez pas francais
J’en suis desolee. Je ne parlez pas francais
J’en suis desolee. Je ne parlez pas francais
J’en suis desolee. Je ne parlez pas francais
J’en suis desolee. Je ne parlez pas francais
J’en suis desolee
Space in the molecular
Indelible spectacular
We ride the Milky Way
Infinitely swayed
Me and the seven sisters
Got seperated, Antiquated
We avoided
The shaded and the jaded
They never created
Only looked for hooks and crooks
While millions die in their cerebral sky
Rationalizing why
Cynics don’t cry
They deny
To feel they’d die
Which side of the screen do you live on?
Who milks your thoughts?
Why are you asleep?
Do you hear me?
CHORUS
To see your own shadow you have to see your own light
Don’t believe the right and everything they hand you
Question everything And if they brand you
Where the label proud and know what you stand for
Believe in something a credo, a vison, a prayer
For when you despair on the horizon
It is still your decision to withstand derision or catacylysm becomes your ism
We the seven sisters we dance and no one catches us
Dance until the fever scratches us
Dance to feel what matches us
We dance to come home
You know what I’m saying?
CHORUS
Walked miles in one’s footsteps found the blind can’t lead
I looked for wisdom in meanings of words that never cease
I rubbed the belly of the buddha
Wished for luck to meet me in time, one more time
When I dance in the darkness or the lightness moves my soul divine
One more time, one more time
CHORUS