Lovers go from bed to bed
In hotels, in parking lots
To flee all this melancholy
The heart of the towns looks dreadful
Blues, phone calls,
Everything wil start over in the spring
Except indelible loves.
Subways are crammed with dreams,
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars.
I feel like my mind isn't well, mama.
Partying lost its taste, mama.
Look how your daughter is made, mama.
I can't find a meaning to my quest, mama.
That time when bars are filling up,
Meanwhile hearts are emptying.
Those nights when promises are made
As fast as they are unmade.
Blues, phone calls,
Everything wil start over in the spring
Except indelible loves.
Subways are crammed with dreams,
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird behind bars.
I feel like my mind isn't well, mama.
Partying lost its taste, mama.
Look how your daughter is made, mama.
I can't find a meaning to my quest, mama.