There she goes, she packed her shoes 
Its one of her lows and that's an excuse 
To leave herself and get onboard a new dream 
To jump off the shelf and into the stream 
Is she scared of seeing herself from above, 
Or is she scared of letting herself be loved? 
Here she comes back home again 
A home among homes, she tried in vane 
To discover the colours her heart paints at night 
But perhaps tomorrow, tomorrow is another fight 
Don't unpack, my dear 
You are not really here...