Fell out of a car onto a tramp’s front porch.
He put me back in the car and screamed, “Excelsior!”
Fell back out of the car into a runaway bar,
Trying to fuck my genes into the future.
And now my DNA’s
Spat back in my face
In a Portaloo
In Waterloo.

Are we ever gonna feel this good again?
Are we ever gonna feel half this good again?

I’m a mammal, I’m a man – and I’m both to lose,
Living publicly drunk: after the cheers, the booze.
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been,
Acting like an anorexic, crack-addicted porn-queen.
And here we are
Amid the schwarmerei:
We’re scrumping and slashing,
Digging madly for sky.

Are we ever gonna feel this good again?
Are we ever gonna feel half this good again?

Le vent se lève!…Je tente de vivre!

I look in your eyes and I see way past your soul.
I look in your eyes and I’m seen.

Le vent se lève!…Je tente de vivre!