Franoise Hardy — Never Learn to Cry

[Verse 1] You're living in a dream mist made of pink perfume You hurt behind the mask of Sunday afternoons You'll never see the real world, never find out why You live a life of feathers, flying in a cloud Your mind is like a jungle, overgrown with flowers You'll never see the real life, never learn to cry [Verse 2] You're floating through the lost world of other people's dreams You see the world through diamonds made of plasticine You never see the real things, never find out why Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam You're sheltered from the sunlight by making love your home You never see the real life, never learn to cry [Verse 3] You're living in a dream mist made of pink perfume You live a life of feathers, flying in a cloud You're floating through the lost world of other people's dreams Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam You're sheltered from the sunlight...