Tes états d'âme Eric

The Pacific is for me
Like your moods, Eric
From wave to wave, a deep undertow
You surf between these reefs
But the current pulls you back
To the pavement, Eric
From wave to wave, in a wasteland
You’re rambling

Your moods are lassos
That swirl and intertwine around me
Me, who’s tired of Texas rodeos
OK Corral, it’s a KO, moral KO

Wave to wave or deep undertow
Every time I melt when everything ignites
Your moods are for me, Eric
Like the states of America
I visit them one by one, Eric
In their alphabetical order
Your moods are for me, Eric
Like the states of America
I visit them one by one, Eric
In a state of amnesia

The dictionary of my memories
Has just one page, one single entry
It starts with your absence
And in alphabetical order
Ends with the state of amnesia
Your moods are a trap
And your tears are the weapons you use
But this trap would fool only an amateur
Your soulmate was a better opponent

Your moods are for me, Eric
Like the states of America
I visit them one by one, Eric
In their alphabetical order
Your moods are for me, Eric
Like the states of America
I visit them one by one, Eric
In a state of amnesia
Your moods are for me, Eric
Like the states of America
I visit them one by one, Eric
In their alphabetical order
Your moods are for me, Eric
Like the states of America
I visit them one by one, Eric
In a state of amnesia
na na nana na nana nana.