The Casinos - Bacelli Lyrics

A year before a Sprinter f*cked the boardwalk
I was in Provence f*ckin' tying my shoes
Thirty days before I broke from love-lust
I'm at a French-ass bus stop lost and confused
You found me, got me, with words to say
Placed me in a mattress soft like your god-fearing arms
Another sun pierces our blinds today
But Steven you don't f*ckin bow to stars

I'll be f*ckin' waiting at the bus stop after five
You're speaking English to me, my French is not that nice

I want my motives
I want to know them
What makes your shoulders shiver?
Is it aversion to the future?
Is it to eat your life like fast food?
Is it what your God has in store for you?
Did you waste a wish on a comet's arc?
'Cause Steven you don't bow to stars

I'll be f*ckin' waiting at the bus stop after five
You're speaking English to me, my French is not that nice
And always awake before me, always before your guide
You made a home here for me far from the forty-nine

Another sun pierces our blinds today, but Steven you don't bow to stars
He tries to take...