When I was young
I thought that perfection was possible When I was young
I dreamed I could make it all happen When I was younger
The world seemed to be so so simple Simple
This song’s for those
Who can’t lift their heads above the pillow This songs for those
Who live in a constant present pain
This song I’ll sing
Cos sometimes you can’t seem to utter words Utter words
Crossword puzzle Mending that muddle Again and again and again My feelings are teasing Emotions are feeding
An empty and fragile skin
When I had fire
To play with, to burn things, to watch at night When I had fire
Inside me I couldn’t contain
I long for fire
To keep me dancing to the end
To the end

Je sens poisson
Ou est le parfum d'orange?
Tout le monde parle de moi:
Cette filles sent le fromage!

Mais mon amoureux
C'est le meilleur
Il ne peut pas sentir
Alors, il pense que –
Je suis une fleur!

Je t'adore;
Tu et moi:
Seulement!