Lovers move from bed to bed
In hotels, on parking lots
To escape all this melancholy
The heart of cities looks bad
Blues hits, phone calls
Everything will start again in spring
Except for indelible loves
Dreams pile up in the subways
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars

I'm not well in my head, mom
I've lost the taste for partying, mom
Look at what your daughter has become, mom
I can't find a meaning to my quest, mom

At the time when bars fill up
The same time when hearts empty
These nights when promises are woven
As quickly as they are squandered
Blues hits, phone calls
Everything will start again in spring
Except for indelible loves
Dreams pile up in the subways
Skyscrapers, they look down on us
Like a bird behind bars

I'm not well in my head, mom
I've lost the taste for partying, mom
Look at what your daughter has become, mom
I can't find a meaning to my quest, mom

Look at what your daughter has become, mom
I can't find a meaning to my quest, mom

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