the poems she wrote upon her arm
was covered then discrete charm
and who would now create such harm
what a bonney-bon need, oh believe
bounces on the sea
oh what bring
worlds I could see
I could need
sometimes I'm tired of being a serf
tired of being me, yes
sometimes I wish the doll on the shelf
lead existence, breathed
(did you know that it was me)
marie antoinette robot, year 2073
rides a seaside bumper car
counterfeit memory
she's having a crisis
she's having a crisis
about being
(improvisation)
and when the darkness comes to me
its a star to count on, babe when I follow
you can write it out to make your way back home
when I look in the mirror, its empty
its just an infinity winking back at me
you might say I'm a fool to feel this way
but I like it, I like it, I like it
and when the darkness comes to me
its a star to count on, babe when I follow
you can write it out to make your way back home
they're making moves in my brain, they say
protecting edges in front of me
they'll pretend I know my history
(improvisation in french)
Liberte.
Egalite.
Votre famille.