You got out every nights
to shatter all the mirrors
you open all the doors
to find out
some pictures of yourself
you scatter each piece of you
in the heart of the city
diving into those pretty lights
beating and singing
i'm so silly
don't know what i'm living for
then you go
radio on your skin
follow the western dream
anything's good enough
to find out
some pictures of yourself
you walk along the shops
you image in the windows
singing i can take
'cause you know
i'm so silly
don't know why i'm living for
then you go...