See You In Vancouver - Lyrics - La Dispute
La Dispute is a prose comedy written by Pierre de Marivaux, shown for the first time on October 19, 1744, by the Théâtre-Italien in the Hôtel de Bourgogne. The story involves four orphans that have been raised in isolation, from the world and from each other. An aristocrat releases four human guinea pigs into a sinister Garden of Eden to cause them to consider the question of whether man or woman is more faithful.
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I'm reading over your shoulder
It says it in every line
In every curve and crack
It says it in every detail of your face
Unmistakably apparent in this dull light
Tracing a separate letter and forming a separate word
Twisting together
To build the same beautiful sentence
The same painful realization
The cracks in your lips
Open with the book
And the smile shows the lines in your face
Perfectly crooked
And perfectly familiar
The cracks in your lips
Open with the book
And the smile shows the lines in your face
Perfectly crooked
And perfectly familiar
And by the moment
Uncovered like a statue
Lay perfectly still
To show the cracks in your lips
Give purpose to this pattern and start to smile
Burst into flames, disappear
Before your best intentions
Can no longer hide her ears
From that which will make them bleed
Or your own two hands become too weak
To hold the blood inside the wounds
Or reality explodes before you
In a brilliant flash of spectral fire
To a thousand fragments of a past
Long dead and gone
This is remembering the last time we touched
The last time we spoke
Words ricocheting off empty tables
Vandalizing the pictures on these smoke-stained walls
And I can feel your mouth
As it opens from across the room
Your tongue and lips, forming the shape of your laughter
It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs
It's the remnants of pages framed in the cracks of your bleeding lips
It's the curve of your stomach, it's the bend in your legs
Your crooked teeth
Oh, your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth
Oh, your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth
Oh, your crooked teeth, your crooked teeth
I'm reading over your shoulder
It says it in every line
In every curve and crack
The same stupid message in every stupid bend
In every stupid stitch
In every inch of our peeling skin
It's tracing the letters in the same sentence
It's screaming the same stupid thing
Like the howling of a plane
Playing over and over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over and over…
