I have a morbid fascination
Of trauma that I can't mend
Of course I fell in love with the girl of the River Seine

I'm covered in isolation
Was never a if but when
I'd accidentally fall in love with the girl of the River Seine

Wake her up
Wake her up
Wake her up
Wake her up

Your daughter's not dead, she's just asleep
For hours on end, for days, or forever, she dreams

Her remains remain
Unknown, unloved, unclaimed

Wake her up
Wake her up
Wake her up
Wake her up

No praise or adulation
The flower's in the air
Of the boy who fell in love with the girl at the bottom of the River Seine

Wake her up
Wake her up
Wake her up
Wake her up

I can't