Paroles

A silent voice

Calling her name

Only in her dreams

 

She’s acting kinda strange

The way she cuts her hair

Like in foreign magazines 

 

Teenage days

Back to where it all began

Finally got a second chance

To found her luck

 

The yellow haze

Came and took her by the hand

Slowly drifting in the sand

And she was stuck (J’entends stuck au lieu de struck. Je pense que ça ferait du sens aussi d’être prise dans le sable)

 

Loss of innocence

Looking at the world

With the naked eye

 

She could only wonder

When the end is closer

Distortion of reality

 

She found herself

A different poison

Stronger than before

 

Running from the void

A tunnel vision 

Waiting at her door

 

Flashing lights

A thousand pictures on her mind

While she's stepping out of line

Into the unknown

 

Killing lies

She was told about a dream

Of orange skies like tangerines

Right on the coast

 

Loss of innocence

Looking at the world

With the naked eye

 

She could only wonder

When the end is closer

Distortion of reality