There she goes, she packed her shoes 

it's one of her lows and that's an excuse 

to leave herself and get onboard a new dream 

to jump off the shelf and into the stream 



Is she scared of seeing herself from above, 

or is she scared of letting herself be loved? 



Here she comes back home again 

a home among homes, she tried in vane 

to discover the colours her heart paints at night 

But perhaps tomorrow, tomorrow is another fight 



Don't unpack, my dear 

you are not really here...