Creature of the night,
desire of dancing alone,
keep looking for answers,
in the history of life.
A stranger's smile
shadowed by the light,
open up my darkened eyes.
I heard,
one needs to to let go of something
to get onto the next flight.
Uncertainty of the Parisien streets,
fighting with all the charm that passes by.
Cutting pieces of your heart,
in order to fly that high.
How much pain it takes,
to be able to say goodbye?
The same melody that repeated in my head,
beating in the Marais,
now playing again,
in this foreign homeland.
Truth, the truth you've been seeking,
disappearing in their games,
but reappearing in the lonely, lonely night.
