Música da Semana: Editors - Papillon

Make your escape, you're my own Papillon
The world turns too fast, feel love before it's done
It kicks like a sleep twitch
My Papillon, feel love when it's done

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, for what you could achieve,
I'd help you out, I've seen the life you wish to leave.
Oh well it kicks like a sleep twitch
You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe

It kicks like a sleep twitch

Darling, oh 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 too
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 too
We'll find our own way home somehow,
It kicks like a sleep twitch

It kicks like a sleep twitch