Automatic girl you're halfway soon

Sitting on a bike somewhere half June

With a long gone feat

And a broken heart

In stupid English

Mixing drinks on Sunday afternoons

While listening to the poison velvet rules

It's so cold this time

And a long gone smile

Will make us happy

But maybe

Broken dreams on plastic avenues

She wrote her name on bold Italian shoes

She's a girl this time

With a mixed up life

In a foreign language

But maybe

Cause maybe

Maybe

(And it was cold when you fell down and all you ever found)

(Was stories from a long, a long forgotten time)

(I, I had to try)

Maybe

(When the darkness seems to fail and all the shame is gone)

(And stories from the past are written on the ground)

(I'm sure gone)