I think I’m getting sad again and I’ve got no place to be.
Thinking about that trip we took and how lucky underprivilege had seemed
And the house, where we stayed outside Dompierre-sur-Mer.
It lays empty now, unaware of the freezing to death out there,
Quiet and scared.
Is there a mistake with our perception of life how long can we keep up the charade?
I’ll never change. I get up everyday because I know I’m not the same.
I’m the fox, the rose, the prince.