Normandy - Motorama
Normandy
I haven't been here before
Haven't been here before
I haven't been here before
Where everything sinks in her beautiful thoughts
Where her pleasure is light of a firework
Still on the edge can't remember the feel
Can't remember that quiet place
Rain and fog
I traveled by train too long
Traveled by train too long
Traveled by train too alone
A familiar sound of a mystery place
I was lying alone with the hands on my face
I was lying alone with a miserable feeling
Of felicity