Weirder days are yet to come, When the lights went out. An ice-cold breeze surrounds us While you and I just try to keep us on our feet. Strangers giving gifts and dreams Of a better life. And stories ill-remembered, While you and I just try to walk on different paths. Well I think you need a replica of me, But with soft skin. 'Cus you wonder how my life would work out If I was melting. Her's is making symphonies With a broken arm. I'll meet her in September, When you and I'll decide to make our stories part. Well I think you need a replica of me, But with soft skin. 'Cus you wonder how my life would work out If I was melting. Well I think you need a replica of me, But with soft skin. 'Cus you wonder how my life would work out If I was melting.