They tell me to speak
But I hide my words in letters
They’re enveloped and I can’t inhale
I can’t walk while I’m stuck
In the puddle of the past
The next step that I’ll do seems to lead to hell
They told me you’re my best option
But I hide Venice in my wardrobe
Though she’s always silent on the phone
And I can’t even blink
Don’t wanna miss a single thing
About the sacred massacre that goes on

I’m a foreigner everywhere
Doesn’t matter how many kisses there’re on the postcard
Empty stage, full suitcase
The train parts at eight, that’s when the play starts

I wanted to leave for my ethereal lover
But eventually got stuck in the film tape
And I saw my moon dance in her window late at night
It is sad that next day she’s said to be dead
I saw him at the Bastille
Saw him dying in Montmartre
Saw him on the last day on Pompei
And I’m also not a human
I’m a laughing woman’s face in the story no one did perpetuate

She makes me wanna be one of those
Whose lipstick is smeared
Not in their loneliness, but solitude
Sugar sweet tears
I always wanted to be loved
But I’m a wanderer according to the song

I’m a foreigner everywhere
Doesn’t matter how many kisses there’re on the postcard
Empty stage and full suitcase
The train parts at eight, that’s when my play starts