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À Travers Le Miroir - Novelists
Lyrics by：Florestan Durand/Charles Henri Teule/Amaël Durand/Nicolas Delestrade/Mattéo Buil Gelsomino
Composed by：Mattéo Buil Gelsomino/Nicolas Delestrade/Charles Henri Teule/Amaël Durand/Florestan Durand
She imprisoned my soul in a bottle
Like a firefly
And threw it again to the fire
She drew me that life on a vacant canvas
But she's gone with it's colors
We're playing a duet
But the melody of melancholy seems
To be the only thing we share
Tell me the secrets of her fantasy
How could I believe in this heaven that she promises
She's calling my name in my dreams
I can't hide
Oh she's in the walls and she never falls asleep
She never falls asleep
I feel her presence
In these streets in my house
In these thoughts that I have
With her cloak and her big black scythe
This sharp taste of iron doesn't really leave
Never really leaves
Like calling her ghost through the mirror
I'm painting my life on this vacant canvas with my own blood
She's calling my name in my dreams
I can't hide
Oh she's in the walls and she never falls asleep
She never falls asleep
I feel her presence
In these streets in my house
In these thoughts that I have
With her cloak and her big black scythe
Yeah
I'm calling her ghost through the mirror
Oh I know that I just can't hide
I'm calling her ghost through the mirror
Oh I know that I just can't hide
