Replica - Dråpe

Weirder days are yet to come,

when the lights went out.

An ice-cold breeze surrounds us

while you and I just try to keep us on our feet.

Strangers giving gifts and dreams

of a better life.

And stories ill-remembered,

while you and I just try to walk on different paths.

Well I think you need a replica of me,

But with soft skin.

'Cus you wonder how my life would work out

if I was melting.

Her’s is making symphonies

With a broken arm.

I’ll meet her in September,

when you and I’ll decide to make our stories part.

Well I think you need a replica of me,

but with soft skin.

'Cus you wonder how my life would work out

if I was melting.

Well I think you need a replica of me,

but with soft skin.

'Cus you wonder how my life would work out

if I was melting.