[verse 1]
She scribbles verses on a napkin
At a bar-stand until morning
A girl with a guitar drops tears
Onto a blouse from Zara
Take your change and
Tie those hoarse [vocal] cords into a knot
Entrust and don't cry: everything will turn out
Different, like in a fairy tale
[refrain X 2]
Your singing blows minds
But a lurch and you'll find yourself falling
Wake up, baby — you are selling out
You are selling out, selling out
[verse 2]
You won't call your former girlfriends
Won't take them backstage
Perhaps they will see you
On a bag of chips, advertising
On someone's t-shirt in a crumpled mosh-pit,
On all the bank machines
You will boldly accept any form of payment
Cash or credit
[refrain X 2]
[Verse 3]
No room in the hall, the show has sold out
A plane carries you off, away from the empty Streets and worn is the seat
From which a little girl reads
verses to her mom