In The Lonely Night
In the lonely night
I meet shadows of my mind
Daddy's coming home
Cooking fried eggs in vinegar
In the lonely night
I hear mama's polite laugh
I smell the backseat of her Fiat 850
In the lonely night
I dance with my memories
On my old record player
Sometimes I even cry
In the lonely night
I come across vanished hopes
And when the day breaks
the light makes all ghosts disappear
In the lonely night
I look for angels on the walls
I see this dog again who wanted to escape with me
In the lonely night
I play hide and seek with my dreams
I hear propeller plane flying in the distance
In the lonely night
I dance with my memories
On my old record player
Sometimes I even cry
In the lonely night
I come across vanished hopes
And when the day breaks
the light makes all ghosts disappear
In the lonely night
I dance with my memories
On my old record player
Sometimes I even cry
In the lonely night
I come across vanished hopes
And when the day breaks
the light makes all girls disappear
In the lonely night
I meet shadows of my mind
Daddy's coming home
cooking fried eggs in vinegar
In the lonely night
I hear mama's polite laugh
I smell the backseat of her Fiat 850
In the lonely night
In the lonely night
In the lonely night
In the lonely night
I meet shadows of my mind
Daddy's coming home
Cooking fried eggs in vinegar
In the lonely night
I hear mama's polite laugh
I smell the backseat of her Fiat 850
In the lonely night
I dance with my memories
On my old record player
Sometimes I even cry
In the lonely night
I come across vanished hopes
And when the day breaks
the light makes all ghosts disappear
In the lonely night
I look for angels on the walls
I see this dog again who wanted to escape with me
In the lonely night
I play hide and seek with my dreams
I hear propeller plane flying in the distance
In the lonely night
I dance with my memories
On my old record player
Sometimes I even cry
In the lonely night
I come across vanished hopes
And when the day breaks
the light makes all ghosts disappear
In the lonely night
I dance with my memories
On my old record player
Sometimes I even cry
In the lonely night
I come across vanished hopes
And when the day breaks
the light makes all girls disappear
In the lonely night
I meet shadows of my mind
Daddy's coming home
cooking fried eggs in vinegar
In the lonely night
I hear mama's polite laugh
I smell the backseat of her Fiat 850
In the lonely night
In the lonely night
In the lonely night
In the lonely night
Credits
Writer(s): Stéphane Metzger
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