Everybody is dancing on thin caramel
Everybody is partying in a hell
Everybody’s sins are floating on the air
And the fug’s a fruity candy scent
And the lights below the caramel
Tinge of amber all the soles and sins of love
The sins of love, full and passionate
The sins of love unrequited
Everybody is dancing on thin caramel
Everybody is partying in a hell
Everybody’s sins are floating on the air
And the fug’s a fruity candy scent
Decorative sequins cover all the place
And the souls in high heels are undressed
All the poor naïve feelings burn in wounded chests
I will put them out with tears again
Then I wake up lonely and sad again
Then I wake up lonely and sad again