Yoga Alice - Maybe

Mmm… every day feels golden…
but still cold inside.
I've been walking through the noise,
talking to the shadows of my voice.
Everybody's wearing borrowed skin,
smiling wide, hiding where they've been.
I'm no saint, I never was.
I've touched the bottom more than once.
Still, down in waters cold and deep,
I saw the sky refusing sleep.
If you really wanna know me,
don't look at the face I show.
Look at what I carry through the dark,
look at what I don't let go.
Sous les mêmes étoiles,
je te reconnais.