Tekster: Operator Please. Pantomime.

I'm on strings
So move me
March, march, march
To the beat of no drums

The lights are on
But way too bright
I'm on strings
So move me

Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It's all wrong
Hey it's all wrong
Start it again

By pouring wine
Into a bottomiess cup
By shooting cheap
What do you achieve?
The same answers
Beckoned more than once
Renders the mean
That you're not listening

Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It's all wrong
Hey it's
All wrong
Start it again

Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It's all wrong, It's all wrong,It's all wrong

Turn a page
In a blank book
What do you read?
If the words aren't seen

Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It's all wrong

Hey it's all wrong
Start it again

Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It's all wrong, It's all wrong,It's all wrong.

(Merci a Marie pour cettes paroles)