Replica

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

Herr'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