It's not what it seems,
when she appears.
She wanders around and lays down on the sofa.
They're not new things,
they're not problems anymore.
Every now and then she does better with the rest.
Nothing will detour her, look at her.
Perhaps you'll resist?
She won't stop, she won't say... when she's leaving.
Nothing will detour her, look at her.
Perhaps you'll resist?
She won't say... when she's leaving.
She dreamt it a thousand times,
and every time,
she ends up devouring the city.
They're not new things,
but she renews herself,
defying the Laws of Gravity.
Nothing will detour her, look at her.
Perhaps you'll resist?
She won't stop, she won't say... when she's leaving.
Nothing will detour her, look at her.
Perhaps you'll resist?
She won't say... when she's leaving.