La Peur Des Mots plunges us into a city of half-heard whispers, where people “drown in murmurs” and cling to telephone lines like tightropes. Hervé paints the fear of words as a restless shadow that keeps us circling the point, afraid to say what we really feel. Instead of speaking, the narrator reaches for voluble caresses and urgent, stammered phrases that fizz with unspoken desire.
The repeated plea “Tue-moi, je te couvrirai de baisers” isn’t a literal death wish but a daring metaphor: “obliterate me with kisses, and I’ll cover you with mine.” It’s a call to shatter the walls that language builds and dive into raw, physical intimacy where words are no longer needed. The song captures the thrilling moment when silence breaks, fear evaporates, and passion finally finds its voice.