Daydream - Les Rita Mitsouko

And from their early ages

Were never seen apart

Playing the game of chances

In the darkest rooms

Even in innocence

Something special’s showing, growing

It was so true

But out of control

Today’s just today

I read you like a book

But pages have been lost

I use imagination

You pressure turns me off

You’re driving way too fast

Just one eye on the road, your road

But is this true?

Is this true?

Are we in control

But maybe there’s a way

Stop all this childish loving

I’m a woman now

It all seems so convenient

For me to hang around

You had your chance

Now’s the final dance

I gave you all

We had a chance

Now’s the final dance

This play is over