I am an anxious soft cheese
because this is the anguish
to run over my box
and not to find the original shape
I lose my markes
they murmur at my doorstep
their shadows are flickering outside
and the soft cheese
is running over
it' s certainly the fear to be exposed
do you really think I' m paranoiac?
do you really think I' m paranoiac?
And the soft cheese
is running over, is running over, is running over.
"la seule difference entre une folle et moi,
c'est que je ne suis pas folle"