Les Rita Mitsouko Daydream
And from their early ages
Were never seen apart
Playing the game of chances
In the darkest rooms
Even in innocence
Something special's showing, growing
It was so true
But out of control
Today's just today
I read you like a book
But pages have been lost
I use imagination
You pressure turns me off
You're driving way too fast
Just one eye on the road, your road
But is this true? Is this true?
Are we in control
But maybe there's a way
Stop all this childish loving
I'm a woman now
It all seems so convenient
For me to hang around
You had your chance
Now's the final dance
I gave you all
We had a chance
Now's the final dance
This play is over
