We tried to do things right
to bypass our evidences
to redirect our instincts
to negotiate our hopes

to deceive our melancholies
to move lightly in the crowd
just to see how it screams
inside when everything collapses

We tried to do things right
to juggle with our madness
and to mess up the paths
crafted in adolescence

we tried to speak in We
just to see how it sounds
to gather our abandonments
and to calm our first persons

Doing things right, it means nothing
and they only have that in their mouth
real life in their sights
tell me why it's a bit suspicious

you're not quite happy
I'm not quite happy
it still smells like furious desire
to go skidding under the skies

We tried to do things right
to hide our crashes
to argue about nothing
and by the way don't speak too much for me

we camouflaged our cracks
we betrayed each other who would have believed it
you stopped painting
and I hardly sing anymore

We watched all the series
that could soften our souls
we learned to entertain ourselves
and to spit on our flames

we tried to surrender
and not to remake the world
we almost did things right
for about 30 seconds

Doing things right, it means nothing
and they only have that in their mouth
real life in their sights
tell me why it's a bit suspicious

you're not quite happy
you're not quite happy
it still smells like furious desire
to go skidding under the skies

Doing things right, it means nothing
and they only have that in their mouth
real life is what's the pleasure
of clustering like flies

In the same bars at the same hours
to tell each other the same nonsense
you're completely heartbroken
and I don't know who I am anymore
and I don't know who I am anymore...

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