On the highway facing the lake, I am alone again
The birds gather in a swarm, clearing away as you start to play the piano
Losing myself FM, someone is crying at this news
I smile at the bouquet, but tomorrow I’ll forget all about you
If I get drunk, at least Bruno’s drops of love will spill out
If I fall into my silk raincoat, just as I do every other day
Don’t leave me behind
My wandering fingers, find nothing
Azalea, I saw a beautiful dream, a hotel up high
If it’s drafty I will be amused, it will probably rain tomorrow
At least I have the secret cream, I get angered by romance films
The silver smoke begins to crowd me
I am separated from this piano
This empty room is now breaking
At least I have the secret cream, I get angered by romance films
The silver smoke begins to crowd me
I am separated from this piano
This empty room is now breaking
