Jeffrey Foucault - Standing Ovation lyrics

All the households in this world Are in some way like this Each its own standing ovation Of all of our heroic goodbyes This will be the last Of all of our self-proclaimed tragedies They are not what fails us now I wish you whatever you wish You tell me again and again Then cup my face in your hands And come with me come with me Come with me and we'll go To burkina faso Or somewhere where just now A revolution or a coup Somewhere where we could not stay Come with me