Maman

Lovers move from bed to bed
In hotels, in parking lots
To escape all this melancholy
The hearts of cities look sick

Blues, phone calls,
Everything will start again in spring
Except for the indelible loves

Dreams pile up in the subways
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird under bars

I'm not well in my head, mom
I've lost the taste for parties, mom
Look at how your daughter is made, mom
I can't find meaning in my quest, mom

At the time when bars fill up
The same time when hearts empty
Those nights where promises are woven
As quickly as they dissipate

Blues, phone calls,
Everything will start again in spring
Except for the indelible loves

Dreams pile up in the subways
Skyscrapers look down on us
Like a bird under bars

I'm not well in my head, mom
I've lost the taste for parties, mom
Look at how your daughter is made, mom
I can't find meaning in my quest
Look at how your daughter is made, mom
I can't find meaning in my quest, mom