There she goes, she packed her shoes
Its one of her lows and that's an excuse
To leave herself and get onboard a new dream
To jump off the shelf and into the stream
Is she scared of seeing herself from above,
Or is she scared of letting herself be loved?
Here she comes back home again
A home among homes, she tried in vane
To discover the colours her heart paints at night
But perhaps tomorrow, tomorrow is another fight
Don't unpack, my dear
You are not really here...
