Lyrics
I'm inventing life again at seventeen
dancing in a drawing room,
like in a dream.
I feel one hundred,
won't you come and dance with me?
You say you want to love me,
you say it’s all lies,
but tell me when are you
going to spit me back out?
I can't recall my birthday,
where has it been?
but on this lake I am floating
away downstream.
Moments are much sweeter
existing as a memory.