With your pretty face and your perfect body
You stand, alone and lonely
everybody's waiting for you.
Nothing happens.
Who are you Stranger?
I am your lonely Soul,
Your broken dream,
Your shadow.
Paris at the end of spring,
Los Angeles in the summer warm,
Somewhere on the beach, probably way over the rainbow.
East Cost-The trees are becoming red and yellow-
The wind is starting to grow.
Montreal-Winter-The snow is falling-Silence.
You stand alone and lonely with your pretty face and your broken body.
Wondering why- Why nothing happened.
Who are you Stranger?
I am your lonely Soul,
Your broken dream,
Your shadow.
Text by Nicolas Prodhom, 2010
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