Somebody write me a letter,
So I can feel better,
and better, and better, and better,


and if you say I'm a star
then I'm millions of lightyears too far,

and I know,
there is heaven in hell and, well,


We shouldn't worry about the,
Prince of Paris, his,
Charismatic charm,

His outstretched arms, closed.

We fell,

Into the very well,
Where we swore we'd never fall.


Is this all?
This can't be all.


Find and keep,
We lose, we reap,
and so goes,

tomorrow's,

Hide and seek,

To stop the leak,
We lost it.
We lost it.


Hey mister,
In your finely fitted silhouette.

Won't you dance with me?
Won't you watch me pirouette?


No.
I miss the days,
where fairy-tales were right before your eyes,

but don't you know,
the media never lies.


Don't speak,
Your words will only calm me down.
No let's go round and round and round,

'til someone makes a sound.

My feet,

Aren't even on the ground as I fall,
So don't you dare -


Tell me this is all.
This can't be all.


Find and keep,
We lose, we reap,
and so goes,

Tomorrow's,

Hide and seek,

To stop the leak,
We lost it,
We lost it.