Tragedy is so easy to see
Drama queen is so easy to be
Tears are close to your eyes
When you call them they’ll come : no surprise
No
No surprise when it comes to talking with the eyes
Happiness seems so fake
So boring, so lame, such big lies
Violets and blue skies
You live, you don’t write when everything’s allright
Walking under the rain
The one that falls before the sun shows up
The one that reconciles you with pain
I’m not singing nor dancing
Walking under the rain today
I’ve been just walking, just thinking
I know where I want to go, where I’m heading
I’m building the streets on my way
Geography is a puzzle in my hands today
There are some faces, some places where I want to stay
I send letters and wait for invitation
There’s an apartment near the river
When I see its curtains move I shiver
Last floor of an old building
Perfect view on grey roofs, I’m dreaming
Those history books of Paris with no lips, no voices
Of the people who lived without making choices
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