Normandy

Normandy - Motorama

Normandy

I haven't been here before

Haven't been here before

I haven't been here before

Where everything sinks in her beautiful thoughts

Where her pleasure is light of a firework

Still on the edge can't remember the feel

Can't remember that quiet place

Rain and fog

I traveled by train too long

Traveled by train too long

Traveled by train too alone

A familiar sound of a mystery place

I was lying alone with the hands on my face

I was lying alone with a miserable feeling

Of felicity