Escapista.

It's late afternoon
smoke fills the room
the actor sighs
dogs barking outside.

The night seems the same
it sleeps in the day
the actress cries
for their last goodbyes.

It's always this way
everytime
you're passing me by.

On days like these
walk to the sea
it's too hard to find
mirrors collide.

The end of the street
the place where we meet
with tears in our eyes
stay for a while.

It's always the same
everytime
you're passing me by.

It's late afternoon.

You enter the room
the music dies
and leaves us behind.

It's all just a game
everytime.