Tomorrow I will stretch out like an acrobat
And make my way to what's there
I will get dressed again, in spite of all
With the laziness Of a circus

Before or after the performance
As I'm walking down the many stairs
Remembering my stunts all over
Remembering I'm sick and like to die

I will be
The only not mad woman in the park
I will be
What's left of longing on this earth

It took ten days to lead up to this agony
The time without you is so slow
And just stop seeing you as my enemy
I was not prepared to let you go

I will be
The only not mad woman in the park
I will be
What's left of longing on this earth