Central Park Woodkid (Ft. Son Lux)

Pocketed with holy pain windows alarms
Like the other dirty vein in my arms
For on a day like today
There is only high, other madness reigns

The million leaves on the Central Park tress are popping
Open the champagne
There's too much joy, there's no stopping
Love is on top fucking pain

Yellow eyes on yellow lines, where have you been?
Mirror let me see my own face again
For on a day like this day
There is only sky the other madness rains

The million leaves on the Central Park tress are popping
Open the champagne
There's too much joy, there's no stopping
Love is on top fucking pain
The million leaves on the Central Park tress are popping
Open the champagne
There's too much joy, there's no stopping
Love is on top fucking pain

For on a day like today
There is only high, another madness reigns