I was docile as a storm
neither virtual nor foolish
I am well aware it's no longer my age
as you see I have a fragile instinct
to think of all this
I have a tear flowing
It's the moment that wills it
Nostalgic of the cool
Traumatized robot
I've gone haywire, too inflamed
I wake up from cold water
I hate this social comfort
We grow way too quickly
On this plastic planet
where the life seems convenient
Chorus x2
Today I knew my luck
I again must find your childhood
I'm drunk on lemonade
around this crowd
I pity all the sick
Nostalgic of the cool
Chorus x2
I run there at once