i sold my youth to you
for a couple of fleeting kisses
and bland love letters:
lousy weapons to kill isolation.
now i want a refund
but our affection was born of bargain
like in a flea market
you never gave me a receipt
l'appel du vide
i sold my youth to you
for a couple of fleeting kisses
and bland love letters:
lousy weapons to kill isolation.
now i want a refund
but our affection was born of bargain
like in a flea market
you never gave me a receipt