Stomp
Au temps des amours mortes
Que c'est triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus
On cherche encore des mots
Mais l'ennui les emporte
On voudrait bien pleurer
Mais on ne le peut plus
Que c'est triste Venise
Lorsque les barcaroles
Ne viennent souligner que les silences creux
Et que le coeur se serre
En voyant les gondolles
Abriter le bonheur des couples amoureux
Que c'est triste Venise
Au temps des amours mortes
Que c'est triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus
Les musées, les églises
Ouvrent e
Beautiful Side of Madness
Tonight is dyingÂÂ
I need some companyÂÂ
Let's go to your placeÂÂ
Call it serilityÂÂ
I won't talk about your drinkingÂÂ
You won't tell me "comb my hair"ÂÂ
We won't say nothingÂÂ
we'll just sit there and stareÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh, won't you take me back againÂÂ
We lost a lot of laughterÂÂ
We lost a lot of nightsÂÂ
But I ain't seen nobodyÂÂ
Oh, that always get it rightÂÂ
I like your eyesÂÂ
Just a little madness in the blueÂÂ
And I know I'm goin' crazyÂÂ
But at least I'm going there with youÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh yes, into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh, won't you take me back againÂÂ
You're sucha languid loverÂÂ
Ohhh, it's a long slow rideÂÂ
Nobody knows, nobody knowsÂÂ
Nobody knows, nobody knowsÂÂ
How beautiful it is on the other sideÂÂ
Into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh yes, into the beautiful side of madnessÂÂ
Oh, won't you take me back again?ÂÂ
Won't you take me back again?ÂÂ
Won't you take me back again?