Making Sense Stop Lyrics by Charlotte Adigéry & Bolis Pupul
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Time to say goodbye and let the words flow
Embrace the silence, it’s all said and done
You need to welcome your intuition
Make room for your own subconscious mind
The liberty of saying nothing
But also really meaning it
Words are my refuge, silence is scary
But it is time to stop making sense
Welcome your words and your intuition
To own the silence and say goodbye
My room for refuge is really scary
But also meaning to embrace time
Is liberty the voice of nothing?
Done saying words, make silence flow
Accept the subconscious and let it lead you
So it is time to stop making sense
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Nothing is consciousness looking for refuge
Select you room, lose your scary voice
A special goodbye to words, accept the silence
Left times we embraced empty and all
We all but leave, like, say, all meaning
My ears are scared, thinking we’re in some ring
Time like we’re done using our voices
Decision is, stop making sense
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber
Parfois j’me sens fâchée
Tu me laisses encore tomber