Replica Lyrics

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.