Margaux is a foxy girl as our fathers would say
She sneaked out and her backpack
All the height of her outstanding legs
She undertakes and prowls in the rough areas
Since there is nothing as beautiful
As the indigo full dark
Omar hang his life around in open-plan offices
Crying stones and his ideals
At night, he dreams of paydays and holidays
Of blowing gold on his high horse
Since there is nothing as beautiful
There is nothing too beautiful
For Margaux's sake
There is nothing as beautiful
There is nothing as beautiful
As the indigo full dark
Marlow has only one of his feet on the ground
He dreams of becoming a crooner of new time
He throws his glass bottles on the wall
He collects the pieces in secret
Since he has to preen
Has to preen
In front of Omar and Margaux
5 senses on the camping stove
Ovens full of love
Childhood on the gallows
That's the heart when it explodes
Margaux looks up at the sky
Her hands on Omar and Marlow's hands
She has a major role in a little room
And her head on someone else's shoulders
Since there is nothing as beautiful
There is nothing as beautiful
As Margaux, Omar and Marlow