Bleu - ladybird Lyrics

I wear my floral tights and make my way to unusual heights
I stayed there, mind else where
Don't look below, or you'll scream yellow

I tie my shoelaces and make my way with such grace
To my room, always there, duvet spread
Dressed like a kid inner child hid

But the ladybird flies to a land of crisis
Twisted tales we'll have to suffice it
Tapestry of life, behold the night sky
It's time to go, we're getting old

I dance in my living room
Move to the rhythm at noon, at noon
I tiptoe ahead of time Go to my room at nine

Ladybird flies to a land of crisis
Twisted tales we'll have to suffice it
Tapestry of life, behold the night sky
It's time to go, we're getting old