A Borrowed Outline

[Verse 1]
A Franprix receipt for a single Orangina
Faded in the pocket of a coat from last winter.
At 2:17, the strobe light makes a ghost of her,
A little crack in the city's cold architecture.

[Chorus]
And she builds a perfect palace in the laser light,
A borrowed outline, burning for the night.

[Verse 2]
The heat from the floorboards rises through her worn-out soles,
A cheap metallic perfume fighting with the smoke.
She mouths a silent lyric as the kick drum rolls,
Her reflection in the dark glass is a word she never spoke.

[Chorus]
And she builds a perfect palace in the laser light,
A borrowed outline, burning for the night.

[Bridge]
Heard her whisper to the barman, a flicker in the sound,
"Non, juste un verre d'eau, c'est tout pour moi."
For a four-minute loop, the foundation is found.

[Chorus]
And she builds a perfect palace in the laser light,
A borrowed outline, burning for the night.

[Outro]
A borrowed outline...
Burning for the night...