Charlotte Gainsbourg

She's sliding, she's sliding
down to the dregs of the world
She's fighting, she's fighting
the urge to make sand of pearls
Heaven can wait
and hell's too far to go
somewhere between what you need
and what you know
And they are trying to drive
the escalator into the ground
She's hiding, she's hiding
on a battleship of baggage and bones
There's thunder, there's lightning
and an avalanche of faces you know.
Heaven can wait