Cecille Lyrics

Policeman in front of my windscreen Policeman with a signal in his hand Or is it just a delusion Of my tired eyes My thoughts going around the occurence of last night My hand on the steering wheel begins to tremble At the beginning on my way here Are staring two blind-eyes Mirror writing, mirror writing Mirror writing, mirror writing My tears are running down My tears are falling down Dogs are running behind me Closed doors are looking like dead eyes In my hand the bloody knife I close my eyes in a roundabout Long long street behind me back Long long street in front of me I stop my car in the dark night I switch the lights off I get out of my car, out into the night Voices around my confused head Or is it just the wind Or is it just the owl I?m sitting in a cafe In front of a mirror I look into my eyes They look for a spark A voice is calling me A voice from the inside Outside there?s a mask That is looking vacantly into the sky Cecille is gone Cecille, Cecille Why have you gone Cecille, Cecille The bloody knife In my hand It tells me A different story Shut up, shut up It? s not the truth My tears are running down My tears are falling down Dogs are running behind me Closed doors are looking like dead eyes In my hand the bloody knife I close my eyes in a roundabout