Les paroles de la chanson
« 25th floor (& high on rebellion) »
Patti Smith

We explore the men’s room.
We don’t give a shit.
Ladies’ lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs ’round you,
starting to fly.

Let’s explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it’s all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs ’round you,
starting to fly.

Let’s soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I’m waiting for a contact to call.
Love’s war. Love’s cruel.
Love’s pretty, love’s pretty cruel tonight.
I’m waiting here to refuel.
I’m gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there’s more
up there, up there, up there.