Her eyes droop so low, so low to the ground
When the accordion plays

All her dreams are left untouched, but not defined
When the accordion plays

She clings to the ground, holding on tight
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene
The girl is untouched, but not defined

Her mouth painfully sighs, so loud, yet so soft
When the accordion plays

All her past lives, come back to life
When the accordion plays

She turns on her back, lifeless
When the accordion plays

Nothing disturbs the accordance of the scene-
Except for the girl’s past lives coming back to life