Lyric

Mirror, warm light of a Saturday evening

The brush lightly touches the skin

And as I apply the foundation, smooth, even

That thought returns, sweet on my... footsteps

Your laughing eyes, just for an instant

That thin wrinkle that makes you shine

My hand trembles a little, but not from waiting

It's my memory that isn't kind to me here

I see you sitting, your head bowed

While my makeup covers every day

And I go with the mascara, up, up, as high as it can go

So the world doesn't see the memory I have

I put on my makeup thinking of your smile, you know

The line of your eyes that I never forgot

A veil of powder on this slightly confused heart

I go out into the street, a new beginning, or just a reuse?

Now the hair, the straightener that tames it

A red-hot iron that doesn't forgive here

I fix the lock, let it fall

And in that banal gesture, I truly feel you

And your vibration, which still tells me:

"Be careful, don't lose what makes you happy."

And I go with the mascara, up, up, as high as possible

So that the world doesn't see the memory I have

I put on my makeup thinking of your smile, you know

The line of your eyes that I never forgot

A veil of powder on this slightly confused heart

I go out into the street, a new beginning, or just a reuse?

The red lipstick, the last bold touch

A gesture of strength, of wanting peace

I'm ready, really, the door is already there

A deep sigh

...and now what are my parents looking for... yes?

I'm going out, yes, I'm doing it, there's no more waiting

And deep down it seems like the right thing to do

But in the air, light, your voice still

Yes, it's the right thing, who knows, who knows

The key turns, a click

And I go

Who knows

Who knows