Laid in the sun Alice is wating for the rabbit
all in hurry, to pass over, jumping out
of a watercolour painting, maybe a hidden desire
that would take her far away from here...
I am her in my mind, inside a book, I don't get out anymore
like her, I have my head inside a book
I will soon get complicated...
White and blue apron, the stars and the sky are up there
Don't believe they belong to you
While you're running, watch your feet, your traces
they are paths that the others won't go over
I am her in my mind, inside a book, I will leave
like her, I have my head inside a book
I don't get out anymore
What fills the days is the desire to live she has
but if someone will wake her up from her paper dream
sooner or later, the bubble will explode
I am her in my mind, inside a book, I will leave
like her, I have my head inside a book I don't know
Like, her, with my head inside a world that will vanish
like her, I have my head inside a book
I will soon get complicated