Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Margaux Vranken
Margaux Vranken
Piano
Farayi Malek
Farayi Malek
Vocals
Luca Alemanno
Luca Alemanno
Bass
Diego Álvarez
Diego Álvarez
Percussion
Roujin Chen
Roujin Chen
Strings
Chris Rorrer
Chris Rorrer
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Margaux Vranken
Margaux Vranken
Songwriter
Aneta Borkowska
Aneta Borkowska
Songwriter

Lyrics

Purple fields flowering
In the windows of the train
Seating there, Monday 9th
Empty head, a huge packed bag
Looked around, thoughtful stares
Are they also going there?
Was she fooled? Was he hurt?
Guessing stories in their heads
To run away from all the extraordinary news
They merely shine when being talked about
And only when I woke up I saw those stars
Their gold prison and I was behind the bars
Cautious steps, wakeful moves
Different flowers, different tunes
A blue bag to unzip
Empty head, a whole new script
Made a vow to herself
I won't make the same mistakes
Will I be brave enough?
Brave to live a brand new life
To run away from all the extraordinary news
They merely shine when being talked about
And only when I woke up I saw those stars
Their gold prison and I was behind the bars
No masks, no absent smiles
No lips that whisper lies
No complicated fights
No prisons in my mind
Myself as I can be
Speak words that set me free
So I could live at peace
In the reality
To run away from all the extraordinary news
They merely shine when being talked about
And only when I woke up I saw those stars
Their gold prison and I was behind the bars
Written by: Aneta Borkowska, Margaux Vranken
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