And If You Forget - Christ vs. Warhol

I curled against your ribcage when you were half-mad from wine

The intensity in our faces, nagging at my soul

And tomorrow when we’re paying off, the credits of tonight

Tomorrow when our bodies count out tolls

I know you’re killing time by miming a slow suicide,

You’re more like me than you could know

I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh

Like a tragic ending,

a tragic ending…

Et si je regrette les choses que j’ai dites ce soir…

Et si j’oublie, personne ne me reppellera

I know you’re killing time by feigning little suicides

Because we find escape is the only art form our hands make

I know that my ideals are projected upon your flushed and shattered flesh

I love tragic endings…

Et si je regrette les choses que j’ai dites ce soir…

Et si j’oublie, personne ne me rappellera

Shake it off, shake if off

Order another round

Shake it off, shake it off

If your sorrows could drown

Shake it off, shake it off

Order another round

Shake it off, shake it off

Toss it down

Alienation breeds isolation

Mortality is in fashion

With our crowd, with our crowd

Destroying our bodies to feel alive

Oblivion crown for the weary mind

Tomorrow, on the mend…

We start all over again

And now you’re killing time just watching months and years drift by

You were the finest once, the darling of the city

Now the sorrows swarm like flies, the girls all divert their eyes

You’ve earned their pity, seeking their idolatry

Et si je regrette les choses que j’ai dites ce soir…

Et si j’oublie, personne ne me rappellera

Shake it off, shake if off

Order another round

Shake it off, shake it off

If your sorrows could drown

Shake it off, shake it off

Order another round

Shake it off, shake it off

Toss it down

Et si je regrette les choses que j’ai dites ce soir…

Et si j’oublie, personne ne me rappellera

I watched the way we talk in the window of the brasserie

Even in your drunken slur you utter such sweet poetry

I love tragic endings…