Put on your new shoes. Don't worry, just skip the news
Early mornings are overrated, so paper thin
It's raining under blue skies. Oh, even pretty flower lies
Between me and you, oh, can this be true?

High heels, how it feels? Doesn't matter to me
We're stepping into thin ice. Under pressure everybody lie's
Broken hearts from the start. Nothing matches. We can't glue the parts
Loosing pieces in the wind. Matters much as almost anything