Lyric

A sad woman peeling at the past

Stuck to her heart, it never comes off clean

The city never really changes

Just repeats the same old seasons

Leaving me bored and out of reach

At night, the lights are imitation

A false illumination show

And through it all, it echoes deep

That sentimental voice

That sentimental voice

It rings inside my heart

That sentimental voice

Tearing me apart

Even if I knock the glass aside

These tears refuse to hide

A wordless city drowning quiet

Another lonely night

The sky won’t show me any stars

If only time could turn around

You’re the one who should have had

That magic to rewind

Love is only an imitation

Just a moment dressed as choice

And once again it fills my chest

That sentimental voice

That sentimental voice

It rings inside my heart

That sentimental voice

Tearing me apart

Behind that troubled look of yours

You hid the key to being free

After all the warmth is gone

What rises up is memory

A sentimental voice

It comes back, it comes back

A sentimental voice

Over and over again