In my grey little town people walk here and there

Missing buses and trains and loosing themselves

Everything goes around, everything by the clock

Expect one little girl selling flowers on the square

People say that she's mad I wouldn't say that

And she skids on the waves of time

Daydreaming Doesn't care if the sens in her life

Is missing she's out of the game they play

Cause she preferes to dance in the rain

In my grey little house

Every day after day I have to hide my dreams

Out of everyone's way

But sometimes it's so hard not to hear what they say

Then I think of the girl selling flowers on squqre.

People say that she's mad

i wouldn't say that.

And she skids on the waves of time ...