She‘s alone on the ground
Running on alcohol
The varnish is cracking
Under the idol
Powdered her features
Wrapped in silk
Those who hurts and who
Leaves behind
To idealize
A broken past
Not realize
Who is no longer there
To idealize
Just to assume
That she dared everything
And owned her
One last kiss
One kiss
It‘s not on march
Through all the sleepless nights
White snow flaunt (1)
Of the archangels
It snows in downtown,
Late seventies
The weather is of the autumn
Without surprise
To idealize
A broken past
Not realize
Who is no longer there
To idealize,
To make a beauty
To return the ring
To take aim
To move without return
The leap into the emptyness
The small club-kid
Doesn‘t like the day anymore
To idealize
Just to assume
That she dared everything
And owned her
One last kiss