Papillon (editors cover)

Make your escape, you're my own Papillon.
The world turns too fast, feel love before it gone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
My Papillon, feel love when it's shone.

It kicks like a sleep twitch!!

Darling, just don't put down your guns yet,
If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Darling, you're born, get old, then die here,
Oh that's quite enough for me,
We'll find our own way home somehow.

No sense of doubt, for what you could achieve.
I've found you out, I've seen the life you wish to leave.
But when it kicks like a sleep twitch,
You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!

Darling, just don't put down your guns yet,
If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now.
Darling, you're born, get old, then die here,
Well, that's quite enough for me, dear,
We'll find our own way home somehow, how, how.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!

It kicks like a sleep twitch!