The queen of sound never dances like them
I want to believe that I am alive
It's all programmed for us to be different
But always of the same kind
Out of scene, I'm waiting
The queen of sound never dances like them
I want to believe that it's not a lie
It's all programmed for us to buy dreams
Yes, indeed, we don't ask why
A flower's lips kiss all of my thorns
Every end of night the one who's still clever (she)
After all these bottles of wine (she)
She is a painting of moving colors (she)
Since the day that she was born to die
A flower's lips kiss all of my thorns
Out of scene, I'm waiting
Out of scene, I'm waiting
Out of scene, I'm waiting
A flower's lips kiss all of my thorns
A flower...