Editors - Papillon lyrics
[Editors - Papillon lyrics]
Make our escape you're my own papillon
The world turns too fast
Feel love before it's gone
It kicks like a sleep twitch
My papillon, feel love when it's shone
It kicks like a sleep twitch
Darling just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now now darling
You're born, get old and die here
Well that's quite enough for me
We'll find our own way home somehow
No sense of doubt or what you could achieve
Well I've found you out
I've seen the life you wish to leave
But when it kicks like a sleep twitch
You will choke
Choke on the air you try to breathe
It kicks like a sleep twitch
Darling
Now just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now darling
You're born, get old and die here
Well that's quite enough for me, dear
We'll find our own way home somehow
How, how?
It kicks like a sleep twitch
It kicks like a sleep twitch
Darling just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now darling
Oh, you're born, get old and die here
Well that's quite enough for me, dear
We'll find our own way home somehow
It kicks like a sleep twitch
It kicks like a sleep twitch
The world turns too fast
Feel love before it's gone
It kicks like a sleep twitch
My papillon, feel love when it's shone
It kicks like a sleep twitch
Darling just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now now darling
You're born, get old and die here
Well that's quite enough for me
We'll find our own way home somehow
No sense of doubt or what you could achieve
Well I've found you out
I've seen the life you wish to leave
But when it kicks like a sleep twitch
You will choke
Choke on the air you try to breathe
It kicks like a sleep twitch
Darling
Now just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now darling
You're born, get old and die here
Well that's quite enough for me, dear
We'll find our own way home somehow
How, how?
It kicks like a sleep twitch
It kicks like a sleep twitch
Darling just don't put down your guns yet
If there really was a God here
He'd have raised a hand by now darling
Oh, you're born, get old and die here
Well that's quite enough for me, dear
We'll find our own way home somehow
It kicks like a sleep twitch
It kicks like a sleep twitch