It was a cold winter evening I kept on staring at the ceiling Trying to gather the pieces of courage left in me
Snowflakes kept on falling It was me the silence was calling Trying to gather the pieces of courage left in me
Now I step on a shaky ladder Trying to find what really matters Barely visible are the steps I follow Guiding me into a place of sorrow What I find is an old box Full of different pictures Different manners to please and to be
Arrogance, ignorance, grand lies Was I searching for words like magic? Trying to gather the pieces of courage left in me
A fairy tale, scary plays, wobbling games Every role so reachable, so desirable I can see it now, but what's left of me?
And I step down the shaky ladder Trying to find what really matters I can just barely hear the talk I listen to Guiding me to a brand new vision What I hear is my own silent voice Singing in new words and new manners to live and to be
And all of the sudden I see that in every picture it's me It's me, it's me, it's me It was me the silence was calling
Please, take my hand and teach me to dance It may take a while, but my heart will learn Fight with me when my pictures start to fade Give me time to learn the steps for the waltz Just wait, will you wait and I'll be your own Your own chameleon girl!
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