World of Pauline Lewis
Hoping against hope that eventually something sticks
Dans les froids dans les flammes
Screaming in the distant sea
Où sont passées les lumières ?
Somewhere, in the middle of it all
But at least I author my own disaster
Une brève lueur qui palpite et s’éteint
Come what may
Silly games
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Looking for a better place
Some will and some won't