Lyrics

OMENS
by Quince


Nothing new, nothing of use
I make some bread and I sing for you
You paint yourself with beautiful words
You want me to think that you are good
But I really don't care

Your black thoughts are not so weird
Knowing them is like knowing the sea
And there's no limit
Only islands

You are strong of what makes you strong
In the eyes of others
I carry the dark you carry the light
And that's all that matters
And we don't give anything to each other

I walk all day with a song in my head
Someone stops and asks for a cigarette
But I don't know how
To say no in French

The last days I spent with you
I was bleeding out my soul
Smashing it, twisting it
Smashing it like wet old sheets
Do you still kneel down in a church?
Do you still sleep out in the rain?

I know myself better and I like myself less
You used to be king you could talk to the masses
A star with your face
Falls down from the sky
A september sky
When everything starts anew