In my grey little town   People walk here and there   Missing buses and trains   And loosing themselves      Everything goes around   Everything by the clock   Exept one little girl   Selling flowers on the square       People say   that she's mad   I wouldn't say that       And she skids   on the waves of time   Daydreaming   Doesn't care   if the sense of her life   Is missing      She's out of the game, they play   'Cause prefers   to dance in the rain    In my grey little house   Every day after day      I have to hide my dreams   Out of everyone's way    But sometime it's so hard   Not to hear what they say   Then I think of that girl   Selling flowers on square      People say   that she's mad   I wouldn't say that       And she skids   on the waves of time   Daydreaming   Doesn't care   if the sense of her life   Is missing