where are you marie antoinette?

[serine]

Sunrise. Sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise.
Sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise. Sunset.
You wake up, then you undress. It always is the same.
A sunrise and a sunset.
You are lying while you confess. You keep trying to explain.
The sunrises and the sunsets You realize and then you forget what you have been trying to retain.
But everybody knows that it is all about the things that get stuck inside of your head.
Sunrise.
Sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
You are either coming or you just left but you are always on the way.
Sunrise. Sunset. Sunrise, sunset.
A scribble or a sonnet. They are really just the same.
From a cradle to a casket. There ain't no way to escape.
Hold your sadness like a puppet. Just keep putting on the play.
But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won't know what to do.
And at that moment you may laugh, but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.
So it's true, the trick is complete.
Now you have become everything you said that you never would be.
You're a fool! You're a fool

Sunrise. Sunset. Sunrise, sunset.
The sunrise and the sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.

je sais. je sais, ma cherie.